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~

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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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