Wednesday, March 25, 2009
My Life as Norman Whiskers: Life is Good
All I have to do all day is just be a cat. If someone decides to give me meatz, I am not expected to send a thank you note. I do not have to remember birthdays. I am just a cat. Nothing more is required of me to be loved unconditionally. If I fake-bite my lady, she does not judge me. If I groom my rear on her dining room table she does not call me arrogant. If I try to run out the door, she does not assume I'm uncaring. After all, it's just my nature to want to explore on my own.
There is no pressure being a cat. There is no schedule book, no obligations, no one to care for, nothing to feel guilty about. If I scratch someone, it is forgiven, I have claws. If I get cheeky, it's cute. If I puke on the rug, I'm a "poor kitty." Every once in a while I can punch the dog for kicks. No one is shocked. I'm just a cat.
Life is good when you're the cat. You can't fail or even mess up, because there are no expectations. Show the least bit of intelligence and you're a marvel, an absolute genius. You can't insult, abuse, neglect, ignore, embarrass, sin, break the law, because you're a cat.
There's a lot a person can learn from a cat. Today my little governess is training me to receive a certificate in babysitting. I am watching her dolls Alana and Hiawatha right now. Hiawatha has duct tape holding her arm together, but that's not my fault. Both plastic children are pleasant. One giggles when I needle her stomach with my claws. Ma-ma used to do that to me. I'm telling these fake human children my wise thoughts in the ancient cat language of PURR as we lounge in a sunny spot on my Lady's favorite chair.
Here is my PURR song translated:
"If you're sad, little synthetic ones, stretch out in a beam of sunlight that hits the rug. God is smiling on you. He made you into dolls. All you have to do is be a doll and you're purrrfectly splendid! Life is good. "
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