My Cat Complex
|My cat Lucifer. He was aptly named.|
Cats are opposite. My cat’s agenda may sometimes include me and when that happens I’m supposed to feel blessed. Otherwise, I’m in his royal court waiting to be summoned.
Maybe I can blame some of my cat-like behavior on having been a cat person my whole life. I have a tendency to remain aloof. Or rarely, when I feel like it, I can be the life of the party. I usually keep my claws retracted, but given the right motive, I can scratch unexpectedly.
Like a cat, I keep my fur groomed and dislike things that rub me the wrong way. Then there’s my diet: it’s just what I want to eat. Talk about finicky, that’s me. I want the temperature just right, the pillows just so, the music not too loud.
And just like a cat, I’m persistent when the mood strikes. I’ve been labeled “relentless” and that’s completely true until I don’t feel like being relentless anymore. I go to sleep when I feel like it, and prowl around early in the morning before it’s light.
Yep, I’m a cat person and have half a century of cultivated cattitude. I’m sure my dog-like husband might appreciate a few dog traits: more devotion, less apathy, more obedience, less rebellion, more love, less cattiness. I’ve honestly been trying to be more dog-like, but I’m a cat at heart.
|I do what I want, where I want, when I want, how I want. Got it?|
God knows all about my finicky feline ways. Interesting thing I’ve discovered on my journey, even though God loves me just the way I am, He knows who I’m capable of being and is showing me ways to change.
I’ve discovered that I’m happier when I’m more dog-like. Even though I’ll always love cats, I now realize that I don’t have to act like one.