I have three cats, for now, who live in the house. I also have a number of semi-feral cats that come around to mooch a free breakfast and/or free lunch. The logical assumption would be that I like cats. Okay. I confess. I like cats. I think they are nicer people than most people are. And although I am mystified by some of their behavior, I try to take a lesson about how to live from them. Take Charlie, for instance. He seems to exhibit more or less normal cat behavior most of the time. On the other hand, he also has a strange fascination with water. I have observed him with both front feet in his water dish, trying, I believe, to dig a hole in the water. In addition, if we don’t keep the toilet lid down, he rushes in when he hears the flush and fishes around in the water, splashing it everywhere. Now, other than this seemingly aberrant behavior with water, he’s a great little guy. He’s so relaxed, you can pick him up near his back legs and dangle him head down; he just hangs there, apparently enjoying it. He also goes nuts over dangled string and chases and throws his little ducky toy all over the place. Basically, he’s a happy little person.
If I can be more like Charlie, I think I’ll be happier. He enjoys the simple things, like water and string and playing with his toys, and he doesn’t worry about things that don’t really matter to his life. What a great lesson.
