Times are desperate, and frankly, I’m feeling a bit stressed and afraid I’m losing my mojo. Today, I’m looking to my darling cats, Butter and Marmalade, for some answers. I’ll talk about Marmalade in depth sometime in the future. This post will mainly focus on Butter and the top 3 things I learn from him.
Before you conclude I’ve gone off my rocker, let me say I know that my pets can only do so much to ease the pain of all that is troubling me. Specifically, the stories of survival and hope from Haiti are amazing, but the situation there is still dismal. Then there was the epic fail of a senate race this past Tuesday in Massachusetts that puts health care reform in jeopardy. Plus, there is mayhem and upheaval at my job.
Also, my cats are not the brightest. I used to have a smart cat when I was a girl. His name was Pokey. He had a noble carriage and always behaved appropriately within the context of the family. His eyes seemed to convey human intelligence. He died of old age, but if only he could have lived a little bit longer. I truly believe he was only a few years away from walking upright and ordering mango salsa.
3) Ignorance is bliss
This is Butter. Honestly, I don’t really think ignorance is bliss but that phrase makes a good subtitle. However, I must say, it doesn’t hurt to take a break from the heaviness of life once in a while. Clear your head. Think of nothing. Meditate, as Butter is doing in this pic, or watch some reality tv.
2) Get plenty of rest, preferably in an unmade bed
If you can, do most of your sleeping during the day, although this is only possible if you have someone who will faithfully feed you, pet you, and clean your toilet. In the evenings, sit on different people’s laps and take naps, making sure you spread the sleepy love. Be most active at night and the loudest right before dawn.
1) Allow others to sniff your anus (not pictured)
Both cats and dogs sniff each other’s butts by way of greeting and to get information about how the other is doing; I don’t know what other animals do in this regard. As for Butter, he is comfortable in his own skin and is not ashamed to reveal himself.
On this front I have much to learn, but for now, I offer you my intellectual anus for your olfactory perusal. If you want to sniff my real ass, you must pay me quite a bit, or marry me. Or bring over expensive snacks.
Deep breath … exhale. Yes, I’m feeling a lot better now.
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