As most of you know, I typically blog about my dogs despite the fact that I have 5 cats and only 3 dogs in my household. Dogs truly are a person's best friend! So what, then, is the role of a cat? Well let me tell you. A cat's responsibility is to keep us humble.
I once heard on a show about domestic animals that dogs look at a human and say, "You give me food; you give me shelter; you give me love. You must be a god." Cats, on the other hand, look at a human and say, "You give me food; you give me shelter; you give me love. I must be a god.!" I don't think there's any way to say it better.
Let me give you an example from my life with cats. Over the past week, I've walked into my kitchen a bunch of times and found coffee grounds on the counter. I've repeatedly chastized myself for being so messy every time I fix a cup of coffee. As you may have learned in an earlier post, I switched to Gevalia coffee a while back. This means that instead of using the premade K-pods in my Keurig brewer, I pack loose coffee into a My Cup filter to brew. And then I have to dump the used grounds into the trash. So there's a lot more opportunity for mess.
Still, I was just astonished that over and over again I would walk into the kitchen only to find that the last time I had apparently left it with grounds on the counter. In fact, it had become quite unnerving. I would be certain I had tidied up after myself only to come back in later to find that I hadn't tidied up at all. Obviously, the answer was that I had begun to experience some level of cognitive failure. My memory was clearly starting to go!
Until, that is, this morning. This morning, I was working away at my computer. Now I'm usually in exactly the same place most days, since I work mostly from home. But I always have my music playing. Not really loudly, but at least enthusiastically. This morning, no music. And so it was that I was able to hear tiny little rustlings coming from the kitchen. As I was in the midst of an important set of slides for my class, I didn't jump up right away to go investigate. But after a few moments, I decided I had better check it out. And there was my cat, Anna, leaning way down into the trash bin and digging away as if she were in her litter box. And to my astonishment, the purpose behind this seemed to be to dig the coffee grounds out of the trash. Her efforts this morning truly had beaten all previous results. This was due (I'm sure) to the fact that I had indulged in a second cup so there were twice as many grounds for her to dig out.
As I walked in and saw what was going on, she popped her head out of the bin with an expression that clearly read, "Busted!" Before I could do or say anything, she jumped out and took off running down the hallway. But I'm quite certain I heard that distinctive little sound all cat people will recognize as a cat giggle.
Yep, Miss Anna was doing her part to keep me humble!
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