How to live a cat's life.
There are two factions living in the world. Those who like cats and those who don’t.
A third group does exist. Those who just can’t make up their minds about the qualities of a cats or the lack there of. These souls fall in the category with the squirrels. Our roads and highways are spattered with the remains of those critters who just couldn’t make up their minds.
But if you are reading this then you are likely members of the first group and one of my followers, striving to achieve the noble, undaunted and royal characteristics of a cat’s life. Thus, you are not of such a weak-minded wishy-washy disposition as the third group.
I am addressing those of you in the first group, after all, I AM a cat.
Are you a part of the growing percentage of folks who suffer from tension related illnesses and dissatisfaction with your lives, careers and relationships? If so, you could really benefit from learning the aspects of living a life like mine.
For example, I rarely question my identity. I am a cat that the universe has created. I don’t want to change the fact that I have five toes when I meet a cat with six. I accept my white furry feet which makes me appear to be child's doll wearing socks. I don’t envy the black cat whose coal-black fur glistens in the sun.
Of course, there are times when I wish I had thumbs or that I were a better communicator. But I don’t and I’m not. What happens when I don’t accept who I am? My reaction is frustration, which takes me down a destructive path. Knocking items to the floor, howling in annoyance and hissing offers me only fleeting satisfaction.
Nursing doubts about my abilities as a cat creates stress. Tension has no place in my life as a cat, nor should it have a place in yours. So, what do I do?
I resort to meditation. No, I don’t gather around with other cats, close my eyes and go, “Aaah hum” or “Namaste.”
I remove myself from all the useless energy that buzzes in the city's air or the concrete campgrounds which are lined with the machinery made of things we have destroyed and molded into cocoons to make us feel safe. I go outside. .
I imagine the impossible. The possibilities excite me and make me believe anything and everything is within my reach.
You cannot live the life of a cat. And you will not sleep with the deep knowing that all you have to do is just be a cat.