Granted, Casper is a cat and there are people out there who firmly believe that cats have small, water-logged Friskies for a brain and are an inferior type of pet. Despite being a cat, however, I do not put it past Casper to be capable of possessing qualities that humans could learn from. Casper has a very friendly and mellow way about him. Lately, he has had some fairly devastating changes in his life right about the same time.
First, we decided that we shouldn’t let him outside anymore. He loved going outside and even didn’t let a little rain or snow stop him from venturing out. Every morning he eagerly waited for us to wake up, following us around until we finally made our way downstairs to the door. Then, he started coming home with various cuts and missing collars. Then, particularly bad fights started to mean more than one trip to the vet. He started getting in trouble in the neighborhood and we got scared, sent him to live with his auntie and uncle in Bel-Air. Sorry, when I talk about Casper getting into fights in the neighborhood I get flashbacks to Will Smith in Hammer pants.
So Casper lost the world, and then not long after, a big hairy beast five times his size invaded the house. Yet, Casper accepts this. He has stopped going expectantly to the door. He doesn’t sit by the door and howl. He doesn’t try to dart out the door everytime we open it (but leave it open long enough and he’ll start trotting toward it with a hopeful look on his face). Amazingly, he is still as content and affectionate as ever. Perhaps I am projecting more onto a cat than he is capable of processing or demonstrating, but wow, what an attitude.
So those times when I feel shortchanged or bitter, I remind myself of Casper who has far more of a reason to be resentful and pissed off. If he can accept what is inherently unfair with such serenity, I can too.