I talked about how Rumpy is such a comfort to me since the election. But there are also cats that live in this home who are keeping me on the straight and narrow.
I don’t have time to wallow in anger and hurt; I have two elderly cats with hyperthyroidism who are always hungry and must have their meds regularly administered. Bubba also has kidney issues and arthritis. I honestly don’t expect him to live much longer, but I’ve been saying that for 3 years now and he continues to amaze me.
There are litter boxes to scoop and scrub. Hairballs to clean from the carpet. And of course each feline has that special time he or she wants to give and receive affection.
Cats, to me, are a different type of teacher than dogs. Dogs open up to me a world of possibilities. Cats, on the other hand, keep me grounded in today. Their self-confidence impresses me. I mean, have you ever seen a cat take no for an answer? I surely haven’t. Maybe that’s why some people can’t handle cats. I’ve always said that a person who can’t handle cats is not someone I want around.
Where dogs bring out in me the desire to run, cats make me want to stretch and move my body slowly and with purpose. Cats make naps seem appealing, not the sign of laziness.
But the most important lesson cats have taught me is the art of the hunt. When a cat goes after its’ prey, she practices incredible patience. Then, once caught, she will play with the creature, wearing it down before finally killing and consuming.
I liken that to our struggle today. This is not a fight to be won overnight. It will require incredible patience and diligence on our part. I may have to put my plans on hold for another day, but I will never give up. My existence depends on it.
So to my angry and despondent friends, take a lesson from your cat. Curl up and catch a few zzzzzz…… but with your ears perked up and one eye open. The time will come soon enough, and when it does, let’s all be well-rested and ready to pounce.