I’m dealing with my cat who is 17 years old and not doing all that well.
Again she’s 17. But I’ve been thinking back to my life with her and I came to the realization how much this feisty feline has taught me over the years.
- Do NOT take shit from people. Ever. Even if you tolerate their presence on occasion.
- Pick your fights. But when you get in them, do not go half ass.
- Stare at blank walls for random periods of time. It’ll make people wonder. Or you can smile. Does the same thing.
- be very picky about the company you keep.
- when you get old, you can eat whatever the hell you feel like. Until then, take care of your body. Eat right.
- do not be impressed with the latest most shiny toys. They usually won’t live up to your expectations anyways.
- DO NOT TOUCH THE WHITE PAW! I don’t know what that is a comparison to. I just know I learned early on in Winnie’s life to NOT. TOUCH. The WHITE PAW.
- don’t just eat whatever is put in front of you. You deserve to put good food in your body. Expect only the best.
- never underestimate the amount of fun one can have with a (shoe)string (budget).
- Speak up for yourself
- Make deep impressions on people. Deep deep impressions that don’t heal for 5-8 years.
- Just because it’s beautiful doesn’t mean you should reach out and touch it. That’s an excellent way to get your hand ripped off. And leave deep deep impressions.
- Only accept the finer things in life.
- Be aloof. It draws people in.
- When you look back on your life, be sure to show appreciation for those who matter the most.
Chris says Winnie is just like me. Hardly. I can only hope to live my life like Winnie.
She’s doing a lot better this evening but gave me and Chris quite a scare earlier. At least she’s eating a little better. And she still has some fight left in her. And I think she has a few more lessons in life to share with me.
Love my Winnie-vere.