Catharine My cat inspires me. Atticus. He inspires me because he’s getting older and what he does differently, because of that, is rest more. When he’s tired, he lies down. When he wants to snuggle, he jumps up next to you, and sits on top of you. When he’s hungry, he goes to his food bowl. He isn’t interested in politics, he doesn’t care who is fighting with whom, he just knows that he loves everyone around him, and also would like some adoration. He has healthy self-esteem. He doesn’t hold his affection back. If he thinks you need kneeding, he will kneed you. If he wants to bite you to get you to play with him, he will do that.
I dunno I guess cats are a little bit bossy and self-centered. This the Criticism of Cats.
But on the other hand they know exactly what they want, have no qualms about simply expecting it, and also don’t complain about anything. It’s not like they throw a tantrum on the floor if you DON’T pet them. They simply start loving you.
I don’t know what I’m trying to say. Don’t look for any deep messages here. There is no moral to this story. I do not wish I were a cat. Humans should not act like cats. We are humans. There was a reason we turned out to be humans instead of cats.
My cat does inspire me, though. He’s a very good cat. He’s good at being a cat.
