I am chilling, for now.
Thursday Cat Thoughts
Scared Cat
by Mr. Bailey
I am a Zen cat and a scared cat.
Yes, I am both.
I sit upon my cushion of contentment until I hear a loud noise, then I power run under the bed. Even Mattie can’t catch me.
Anxiety is my Achilles heel and sticks out from under the bed. Paws stuck to the floor, I wait.
There I learn the art of patience.
My human lets me stay there as long as I like too which I do appreciate.
Sometimes I have time to count the dust bunnies, other times I take a long.
Sometimes Miss Mattie will join me and then leave me to go spy on the noise. Nothing seems to scare that 6 lb ninja cat.
I know there are many cats that are nervous and it’s ok.
I can be Zen until I am Un-Zen. This doesn’t make me any less of a cat.
Being a scared kitty is not something I am ashamed of.
If anything I am more brave than you think. (Those dust bunnies are intense)
There are many days I have to face the loud doorbell of truth.
The noisy trash man who empties the garbage cans of old attachments.
The roaring vacuum that wants to swallow my tail and eat the dust bunnies.
All of these things disrupt my meditation and inner purr.
I know, I will still run under the bed or in the corner, but I am learning to be more true to who I am as a cat.
I am gentle with myself.
I purr when I can, and I am thankful I have a patient human who loves me; Achilles heel and all.
Today is that day that I will hide.
The garbage man is coming.
I will see you on the opposite side of the bed; under a blanket of peace…and quiet.
Mr. Bailey