Why You Should Live Life Like My Cat

My cat is one of the most strikingly beautiful creatures you’ll ever see. Sleek and black, with emerald green eyes, her angular features are reminiscent of the Egyptian deity Anubis. She’s also really dumb. And kind of clumsy. She was a rescue cat, and I chose her out of a litter of other cute cats because she was the only one that would never come out of the cardboard box my neighbors had arranged in their bathtub as they raised the abandoned little critters to an adoptable age. I had her for a while before I realized just HOW dumb she really was. I guess I was kind of in denial. But one day, I sat down and accepted it. Wow. I have a dumb cat. All the other cats I’ve had in my life were exceptionally smart, one of them so smart I had a hard time believing she wasn’t a sorceress who had chosen to manifest as a cat for a while. But not this little cat. She is really just plain dumb. And I love her for it. Why? Partly because NOT loving the cat I adopted would be a little like not loving your child who was born with some kind of physical or mental challenge. But another reason is because of something my girlfriend pointed out a while back. I was poking a little fun at my beloved Luv (a misnomer most of the time, she’s as likely to stare at you like you’re food as nuzzle against you for attention) for doing the same really dumb things over and over. And over. Not a playful, capricious kind of over and over, but a DUMB kind of over and over. You can tell she just doesn’t remember the ramifications of certain actions. So while I was all busy enjoying my superiority kick, my girlfriend pointed out that maybe EVERYBODY should be more like my cat. She of course really meant that I should be more like my cat. Why? My cat may not REALIZE that she does the same thing over and over, but she really seems to enjoy doing it. Regardless of whether it’s because she’s dumb, or just keeps a fresh outlook, every experience is new and fresh every time she does it. Even sliding off the toilet seat and landing half in the water. So I’ve been letting my cat be an inspiration to me to keep an open mind every day for some time now. She must be doing SOMETHING right, she never works, never buys groceries, sleeps half the day, and still manages to have a roof over her head and a full belly. Oh, and free massages on demand.