Cats are totally bad ass for the most part. It is a trait I admire since I constantly compromise in my life. They never do (unless their safety is at stake.)
I have a feral cat that I feed. I named him Wiley since that’s the perfect name for him. Smart as whip and fast on the foot. He’s black with a white shirt front and a tiny bit of white on his four paws. He has green sneaky eyes and a mean disposition. He has beaten up my (mostly indoors) cat twice in the past to the detriment of my wallet. Nowadays there is an uneasy truce between the two, basically because my cat runs inside when he sees Wiley.
My plan is to have Wiley trapped using the temptation of food. I will then chauffeur him to the nearest spay and neuter clinic. I suspect that he won’t go near the trap, so I haven’t even tried yet.
So, here’s the starving cat that I’ve been feeding every morning. He would eat everything and then lick the bowl. (He would eat the bowl if he could.) He’s still really skinny in a slinky sort of way.
Anyway, since I don’t want the cats to eat me out of the house, I purchased some Purina One for him. Not the worst of brands, but not the super deluxe grain free stuff I feed my cat.
Pleased with myself I set the bowl on the ground and go inside. He won’t eat if I’m outside. I stand in the window and watch him. He sniffs the bowl suspiciously and TURNS UP HIS FRIGGING NOSE!
Then he walks away.
I could not believe this, but the proof was right there. My point? Cats, no matter how hungry they are, can obviously stop themselves from inhaling the food, bowl and all, if it’s the “wrong” brand. AND walk away with their head held high.
It is the quality I most admire in cats. No compromises. It’s my way or no way. Forever.
I have met many people with the same quality, but they never pull it off elegantly like a cat. People can’t get away with that level of disdain or they get shot. They also care about the outcome, which cats don’t. They don’t give a frig.
They walk into the future with the openness of what nature will bring next. They don’t look back with regret, or wish things were different. They are always open to opportunity, and if things turn to shit, they crawl under a shed and lick their paws. They don’t complain and blame the other party; they just deal with it the best they can.
They live life head on. They are present.
Studying cats is not wasted time. I have learned a lot from living with cats for many years. I admire their focus and ability to watch and absorb the moment.
I admire their detachment, which borders on selfish behavior, but they never lie about who they are or try to be something different. They don’t live to please. They live without excuses. They don’t feel unworthy. They take on life with pride and a sense of greatness. “Look at me; I am king.” (And bad ass gorgeous to boot.) That’s just the way things are.
They know how to lounge in style.
A cat is also a total bundle of soft purring love and squinty eyes. They love a good cuddle–on their terms.
It would not be a bad thing if we all lived more like cats. Everyone would mind their own business, for one. We might not get along any better than we do now, but we wouldn’t give a frig, and thus let the issues resolve themselves.
I can hear lots of arguments to that statement, but I don’t give a frig.
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well stated, our cat is named Oscar, and his last name of course,
Grouch, what else could it be?
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