What I Learned From My Cats

I treasure my 18-plus years with the sweetest ever cat, Owen, and her younger sister, Twinkle.   They taught me so many lessons on how to live life.  They taught me…

  • to refuse to give up.  I, too, can land on my feet.
  • to admire leaps of faith, and to risk them myself.
  • to start every day with a nice stretch, then to repeat it as needed.
  • that curiosity won’t kill me.  But a closed mind very well might.
  • that every situation has a boss, and very seldom is it me.
  • to live my life in the here and the meow.
  • to fight stress by taking a nap every half-hour or so.
  • that it doesn’t hurt to stay out all night now and then.
  • that sometimes things get a little hairy, but they can be set to right again.
  • to always face the day with a positive cattitude.

“Time spent with cats is never wasted.”

~Sigmund Freud~

About kaystrom

Kay Marshall Strom, who am I? Well, I’m a traveler, a railer against social injustice, a passionate citizen of the world. I’m a follower of Jesus Christ. I’m a 21st century abolitionist who speaks out against slavery of all kinds. I am a beach walker and a gardener and the off-key singer of songs. I’m a wife, a mother, a sister, a daughter, a friend. Most people, though, know me as a writer and a speaker. So here is a bit more about that part of my life: Of my 43 published books, seventeen have been translated into foreign languages, and two have been optioned for movies. My writing credits include magazine articles, books for children, short stories, television scripts and two prize-winning screenplays. I love to write, and speak, about topics close to my heart. I speak at seminars, retreats, writer’s conferences, and special events throughout the country. And because I enjoy travel, I even speak on cruise ships. Because I don’t see how a writer can really reflect another people and land without spending time there, I’ve been trekking through India, China, Indonesia, Cambodia, Nepal, Sudan, Senegal, Morocco, Tunisia, and Egypt, Japan and South Korea, tape recorder and camera in hand, to gather stories from the world-wide family of God. Thanks to my “virtual friendship” with John Newton, 17th century slave ship captain turned preacher, I traveled through Ireland. In West Africa I toured an old slave fortress off the coast and saw a tiny set of baby manacles bolted to the wall. I was struck dumb. From that horror came a story question, and from that question, my foray into fiction: The Grace in Africa trilogy. Come join me as I travel and rail against injustice. Maybe you will choose to be a 21st century abolitionist too.
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8 Responses to What I Learned From My Cats

  1. Larissa Rudeen says:

    Good post. Things my cats have taught me include:
    * The importance of chewing your food slowly and thoroughly. Thanks Charlotte.
    * How to do push-ups and leg exercises on the cat tree.
    * How to get stuck in the blinds. No, I have not tried that, myself.

  2. Jean Stewart says:

    We miss our adopted cat Chantez. He arrived when the girls started kindergarten, adopted them, and left when they went off to college. If I believed in such things I would have sworn that he was Bill’s mother come back to watch over ber grandchildren, whom she never met.

    • kaystrom says:

      I believe it! Stranger things are out there. And as a grandma, I promise I’d come back to watch over the young ones.
      P.S. Was Bill’s mother’s name Chantez? Just wondering.
      xo Kay

      • Jean Stewart says:

        No, she was Eunice. The girls named Chantez because he was so vocal when he arrived, demanding to stay. They were taking French (because they were already reading a 8th grade level and bored in Kindergarten) and had learned that Chantez meant to sing. “Can he stay, Mommy? He likes us and he’s singing to us!” Much later we learned it was in verb form and not a proper name for the cat, but he didn’t know that!

  3. B.J. Taylor says:

    Our cat Diamond was antisocial. She only loved us…her people. What did that teach me? That it’s okay if not everybody likes you. We all have “people.”

    • kaystrom says:

      Isn’t it great to have someone who only loves you? That’s another great things about cats. And you are so right, B.J. We all do have our “people.” And you are one of mine!

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