Our cat disagrees with my assessment of human race. Not only does she think that perfect humans are super-easy to come by, she is convinced that we – I mean the whole all
of us, the Mom, the Dad, the Teenage Boy
and the Teenage Girl – every single member of our family, is a perfect human specimen.
She doesn’t see pimples, wrinkles, scars and grays.
She
doesn’t care about the D’s and C’s in report card, missed deadlines, mediocre blog
posts, burnt dinners or who ate the last piece of key lime pie!
She doesn’t
care how old we are, how tall we are, how much we weigh, if we brushed our
teeth and/or hair this morning, if our clothes match or whether they are appropriate for our age or occasion.
It's truly stunning to think of all the things that our cat doesn't notice or give a hairball about.
It's truly stunning to think of all the things that our cat doesn't notice or give a hairball about.
All she seems to see is, Human!
Let’s play kitty yoga!
Beyond human playmates she also sees that her bowl is
full and her bed is comfy.
She doesn’t even care whether her litter box is clean or
not.
The other day I was cleaning her litter box while she was standing right
next to me.
What? I ask the
cat. She tilts her head sideways.
Play with me!
I can’t play now. See this litter box. It STINKS! It’s
a big, stinky MESS. I HAVE TO clean it!
Why? Cat looks
puzzled.
Why?!!?? What do you
mean ‘why?’ Because we are HUMANS and NOT CATS! We care about stuff like
that!
The cat looks even more confused.
I think she wants to ask another ‘why?’
question, but after thinking for a few moments chooses forlorn,
Plaaaaay with meeeee…. instead.
I don’t care about the
clean litter box, she says calmly.
Call me sucker, but with that one look I cast what is left of my human dignity under the bus, set the scoop down, and
join the cat for some kitty yoga. I know that now I am a perfect human being (at least to the cat!) again, and ultimately, that's all that really matters.
Come to Me... Matthew 11:28
Return to Me... Joel 2:12
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