It's been quite a while since I blogged, I know. What can I say? I've been working at some side jobs that have turned into almost full time work. It's amazing how uninspired that can make a person. There's also the reality of just how tired growing a child can make you. Anyway, I'm back, hopefully to write more consistently.
One morning this week I was making my bed and observing the daily ritual my cats undertake during this process. It got me thinking that their approaches really are a metaphor for life. Not one to pass up sharing the Tao of the Kitty, I thought I would share.
As soon as my husband and I leave the bed in the morning, both cats jump up and get very comfortable, each being careful not to invade the other one's territorial claim. (This is very important because one is a pacifist and other one is a fascist dictator. Boundaries are crucial to peace.) One usually lies spread-eagle on her back, while the other one sprawls out on her side. This bliss lasts while the humans rush around getting ready for the day, and then the time comes to make the bed.
Neither of them will jump down willingly, so I usually just start moving pillows and tugging at the covers. Without fail this will evoke the same response in each one every time. The dictator will immediately jump down and stare back at me indignantly, making unhappy noises. The pacifist, back-lier just holds on for the ride, stretching and making contented sounds.
As I watched this the other morning for the seemingly zillionth time, I had to laugh. Aren't we all a little like one of these creatures? The bed must be made. We know it's coming. It happens every day, and yet some of us will rage against the machine getting angry at the disruptive realities of life. Meanwhile, others just stretch and get more comfortable, enjoying the ride of life. I tend to be more of an indignant rager, but I'm thinking...maybe my mornings would be happier if I followed the way of the stretching, contented kitty.
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This is great.
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