One of my cats, Lizzy, is licking her paws in a cat bed under the table where I now sit typing. She hasn’t a care in the world. If my daughter forgets to feed her, I will. If her box is stinky, there are two other ones she can go to in the house. She gets cat treats regularly and pet often. She has it good!
She is an acrobat! And this cat can jump, too! -And knock bills and papers off tables very easily! And she doesn’t have to pick them up! She can walk on the back of a chair! She can climb the sound proofing in my studio! (Not without leaving nail marks!) And play the piano!
She plays with the bunny, plays with the plants, plays with the bean that I dropped while cooking dinner! I should play more!
And Man! cats have a long history of being cool! Think of the “Stray Cat Strut!” Archy has that jazzy swagger!
I don’t see the restrictions someone else is under; the chains they face in their lives; the doors that won’t open.
I am glad I don’t have to lick myself to get clean! And all that fur would be hot in the summer.
I want the easy way. Her life can look so much better than mine. “She’s got it good!” I think. But I don’t see her struggles; I don’t walk on her paws.
When Mit Mit lashes out and scratches someone visiting, she can’t tell them what made her mad. I like to be able to communicate, even though it sometimes gets me into trouble!
And I like to accomplish things! I would go crazy if all I did was play and sleep all day! I was made for greater things!
I am the caretaker, the cook and bottle washer, the dreamer, the artist, the mover and the shaker! I like my life!
Can a cat write a song or play the guitar? Can a cat drive my daughter to a birthday party, pick up my son from a church event, cook my husband’s food for work and come back to practice for a show coming up? Can a cat worship God with all it’s purry little heart? (Guess I don’t know that last answer.)
Can a cat have a deep talk with a friend in need, volunteer for a charity, get into a fight about politics? (Well, they may be better off on that last one!)
Could I have rescued Archy when he was a lost little stray and take care of all the cats (and kids) the way I do if I were a cat, too?
I guess I don’t really want to be a cat.
But I still can’t walk on the back of a chair! And I’ll never be as soft as Lizzy!