My cat has the right attitude.
When she is relaxed, she is either stretched out with complete and utter enjoyment, or curled up and the cutest thing you can possibly imagine. When she is in a loving mood she is completely present with you. Her purr is not loud, but you can feel it. When she wants to be left alone, you know that too.
Her size is small, but her feistiness is BIG. She will stand up to anything that is silly enough to confront her. On the rare occasions when something refuses to back off, she is smart enough to recognize it and moves fast to a safer place. When she wants something she is extremely determined and persistent. Extremely. There’s a lot I could learn from my cat.
Alice didn’t think that proved it at all; however, she went on
`And how do you know that you’re mad?’
`To begin with,’ said the Cat, `a dog’s not mad. You grant
that?’
`I suppose so,’ said Alice.
`Well, then,’ the Cat went on, `you see, a dog growls when it’s
angry, and wags its tail when it’s pleased. Now I growl when I’m
pleased, and wag my tail when I’m angry. Therefore I’m mad.’
`I call it purring, not growling,’ said Alice.
`Call it what you like,’ said the Cat.
– Lewis Carroll
You gotta love ’em! My cat teaches and trains me every day. In fact, last night he taught me about wiggling my toes in front of him. No…he didn’t touch the toes. He waited til I turned my back and then ATTACKED!
Lesson learned…turn your back on your cat at your own risk.
What a slave I’ve become!