I adore my cat and how she lives.
I have often wondered why the way we live is so different.
So many people think animals are not as smart as we are but I remain unconvinced.
I see the soul in her eyes, the living being that is no different.
My cat takes life in stride. Why is that so hard for us?
Taking Life In Stride: A Piece Of Cake For A Cat
Many sages talk about the importance of just being.
Being is the state when you are in the moment without a need to make something out of it, prove anything, or be anybody.
Being is a state of oneness with the universal life force.
It’s a state of is-ness.
My cat is good at being. With being comes a total lack of self doubt, that I as an HSP love.
She doesn’t have to be somebody and she knows that this world is hers as much as mine.
There is no question in her mind about her right to be here.
My Cat Has Status
In all honesty, my cat has status.
She has a ridiculous number of pet beds around the house that she cycles through to selet her favorite spot of the moment.
She climbs under the covers at night and has the first choice of where to sleep.
She has my lap to climb onto when she wants some reiki energy.
Kelly tells time: when I should get up and when I should go to bed.
Kelly has only one working eye and a poorly healed broken pelvis, so we go for walks with her in her harness and coat. She doesn’t love it, but we make it work.
We got her as a companion for our cat Socrates who has since passed away. She came with her health issues since she had been dumped after a serious accident.
We are lucky to have her.
Kelly is very dainty and girlie, the only girlie cat I have ever had. Socrates was definitely a macho man.
Every day we go outside several times.
We start at 5:30AM when we go outside to say hello to nature. Kelly sniffs around the house to check out who may have visited our turf during the night.
We feed some of the feral cats that live in the woods who now come to greet us when we come out of the house. One of them, a large black and white female cat especially loves Kelly, and runs over to her and loves on her. Kelly is not always thrilled. We have nicknamed Kelly, the Celebrity of the Backyard, and the other cats her Paparazzi.
She doesn’t need money and things, so there are no transactions going on. She meets her needs, and enjoys the day.
What else is there?
I admire the way she lives each moment with no drama.
Like all animals she can be afraid, but she doesn’t seem to have a lot of anxiety.
There is no adversarial relationship between the world and Kelly.
She is at home.
In being so at home, she teaches me to be the same.
She is a treasure to me.
I am very grateful to have her to teach me how to live.