I get up to go to work – the cat sleeps in bed. I get home from work – the cat is still asleep. The only evidence of movement is an empty food dish and full litter box. Yep. Being a cat would definitely be a good life.
Last night, I saw something else that made me want to be more like cats: tenacity. That’s a good trait to have, no matter what species you are. You see, we had this annoying fly in our house and for hours, Sammy and Lizzie chased this fly. They waited. They stalked. They pounced. They missed. Then, they did it all over again. There were no temper tantrums, no frustration because they failed – and no quitting. Sure, I’d like to be more like a cat because I can’t say that I work at something for that long without frustration.
Some might say the cats exhibited stupidity rather than tenacity by chasing a fly for almost two hours. Although they didn’t appear intelligent when they slid off the table or ran into the wall, in their defense, I’d say that stupidity is not even attempting something at all.
Here’s where I stop wanting to be like cats; I surely wouldn’t enjoy the taste of flies
Note: No cats lost any sleep during the taking of these photos.