Luna can’t be bothered.
She doesn’t care that the floor needs to be vacuumed but the vacuum cleaner that’s less than a year old just died. Can’t find anything in my bedroom? Whatever, she thinks. It’s warm and hidey so it’s fine. Some of our decorations are starting to show wear and tear – better to play with, in her opinion. Luna does what she wants when she wants, and she’s perfectly content.
September of 2015 was rough. Our old man meow Stranger got sick and passed away the same week I went on strike. Rob was out of a job and life was pretty much the pits. A visit to the ASPCA of Wyoming Valley introduced us to Luna – a young lady who came in with a litter of kittens in the beginning of the summer. One by one her babies got adopted, but not Luna, who felt like silk and waved at us through the glass with her little black toe beans. She was all personality wrapped in fur. We didn’t intend to come home with a cat – but she left with us that night and has made us laugh every day ever since.
I think I need to find a way to channel my inner cat. Got the munchies, go have a snack. Rather than beating yourself up about how much weight you’ve gained, have something small to nom on until it’s mealtime. It’ll keep you from overeating. She doesn’t overthink it, she just goes and does her thing.
Cold and sleepy? Go find someplace warm and curl up for an hour. Dishes and homework can wait If you’re too tired to do them right. What good are you if you don’t take care of yourself.
Sometimes you just need to have a little fun and chase stuff around without abandon. Tell people you love them in your own unique way. Those who matter will understand.
Play! The best toys don’t have to be the expensive ones. A little creativity and an empty box opens up a whole new world of fun.
Luna knows what’s going on. She doesn’t waste hours fighting mental arguments in her head over a misconstrued Facebook post. Neither does she fret if a day goes by and she “got nothing accomplished”. She does what needs to be done which is be her wonderful self, nothing more, nothing less.
Karen – this is a ridiculous metaphor. Seriously, you don’t clean yourself in public with your face. You have no need for litter boxes. Dead chipmunks are gross. Luna doesn’t have to worry about getting laid off and finding a way to pay for college. Laser pointers aren’t all that exciting. (Except for Laser Tag – that’s awesome.)
Just stick with me for a minute more. Think about your favorite furry face. It doesn’t have to be one of your own – maybe it’s someone else’s. What can you learn from it that you may be missing in your life? Compare that angry guy trudging along on a treadmill next to the joyful face of the golden retriever who gets to go for a walk. You’re both just walking – but who’s enjoying it more?
Luna is hiding now. She has sneaky nap spots that are quiet and warm. I’m a raving fan of warm afternoon snoozes so I’m totally going to follow her lead and today, like her, I’m not going to feel guilty about it.