Being in the moment

All these people seem to talk about how difficult it is to be "in the moment".  I think it's sort of funny.  I'm in the moment plenty.  It's why I'm late to things.

I think it's a bit like this cat that comes and eats the birds in our yard.  She looks around, takes it all in, reacts to stuff and then occasionally formulates an agenda.  You can see when she decides that it might be nice to jump up into the open window I'm standing in.

I slam the window shut because I was in the moment at that moment.  No evil puss is entering my home.