My last cat convinced me that I never wanted a cat again. She was like an old, cranky New Yorker, constantly spewing her opinions and letting me know that I was doing things wrong. When I picked her up, she struggled and squirmed and yowled at me screaming, “Put me down.” When I petted her, she often flinched and looked back with the evil eye as though to say, “No, not like THAT, don’t do it like THAT.”
You can imagine my feelings of inadequacy mounting with each interaction.
When she died last Spring, I shed a couple of tears (and those of you who know me, KNOW that I am a gusher!), dusted off any specks of lingering grief that first hour, and felt lighter and happier with her gone. It was like the old crotchety Aunt who’d been living with us had departed.
The dogs were thrilled. She had been the boss of them too.
A few months went by and my husband started singing his new little mantra in the house: “Lets get a kitty. Kitty, kitty, kitty.”
I was not going to have another feline crowding up the place with attitude.
And then Jupiter came into our lives. I won’t tell the whole story now. But lets just say, he was delivered to us!
His biggest teaching is that EVERYTHING is a TOY, and EVERY MOMENT is an opportunity to have FUN! Every moment. He scampers from spot to spot in the house, pounces on the dog’s tails, finds socks on the floor and drags them around.
Every drawer is a secret hideaway place, every Sees candy wrapper is a toy, the dog toy basket is one of his beds and our legs are climbing posts. Oh, yeah, THAT has to stop!
Given the few months he’s been alive and the short time he’s been with us, he has taught us not to take ourselves so seriously, to have FUN and to enjoy life. We don’t have THAT long on the planet, so why all of the suffering?
Just have fun.
Make a toy.
Do SOMETHING and make it fun!
Thanks Jupi!! You’re the best!