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[...] All in all I think I reacted well; and brought the thing to an end when I decided enough had been done for one night; so I wasn’t just tossed, say, willy-nilly. [...]

[...] Night all, and Willy.

[...] Willy is our cat. [...]

[...] Peggy attained a deep enough state to show no reaction when Jane placed our cat, Willy, on her stomach as she lay on the divan. [...]

(All of us, including Peggy, were amused when she insisted that she tolerated Willy’s presence because she thought Jane was touching her, instead of the cat.

[...] Seth said Peggy used rationalization in saying that she stood for Willy’s proximity because she thought Jane touched her instead of the cat. [...]

(Tonight Willy merely wanted to play. I would have preferred that Jane not be interrupted at this point, but Willy lost a toy in back of a bookcase. [...]

(Our cat Willy had been eating in the kitchen. [...]

[...] Emotional and psychic changes sometimes sweep her willy-nilly, with the changes from winter to spring having to do with chemical rather than glandular adjustments. [...]

[...] Now as we waited for tonight’s session to begin, our 14-year-old cat, Willy, dozed on the couch beside me. [...]

[...] Willy had slept beside me all of the time, twisting himself into a variety of positions. [...]

[...] I’d propped it open enough so that our cat, Willy, could get in when he felt like it.)

[...] Willy was already eating.)

[...] Our cat, Willy, waking up from a snooze, leaped up into her lap. [...] I put Willy in the closet. [...]

(Our cat, Willy, had been sitting at the foot of Jane’s chair. As if by signal Willy now got up and walked toward Peggy, who sat but a few feet away. [...]

[...] Do not go looking willy-nilly. [...]

It is not the time for you to run willy-nilly, looking for truth in any treetop—the truth is inside your own skull, and you at least know how to find it; but discipline and intuition is involved. [...]

[...] Our cat Willy jumped up into Jane’s lap as she spoke. [...]

[...] I was about to get up to deposit Willy on the floor.)

(Our cat Willy jumped up in Jane’s lap, but she continued to speak as Seth while Willy sought to make himself comfortable.)

[...] A thousand situations that seem willy-nilly will make sense to you and you can deal with them. [...]

[...] Seth’s closing reference to a “sweet creature” was a reference to our sweet cat, Willy, who midway in the session had hopped up on the couch and snuggled himself tight against my left side as I took notes.)

[...] As she did so our cat Willy jumped up in her lap; he has done this several times lately. [...] I put Willy down.)

(Our cat Willy had been somewhat active ever since the session began. [...]

(The house was very dirty and unkempt, and I wondered whether such a small thing as a toy ball could remain undiscovered by Jane and me for some time, with Willy perhaps playing with it in the meantime.)

This does not mean that people pick up the symptoms of another willy-nilly, without their permission. [...]

(This data was quite unexpected by us, although this afternoon I had mentioned Mischa to Jane in passing, remarking on a similarity of pose struck by our cat Willy as he stood in the studio, intently listening to a sound outside. [...]

Now I do not mind your chasing the cat (Seth’s voice was suddenly loud; I had taken a swipe at our cat Willy with my notepaper, when he was about to jump up into Jane’s lap), but chasing my foot is another matter… this energy is then picked up by the families of the students, and their lives indirectly benefited.

[...] Willy dozed in a chair; it was a chilly, very windy night.