Lucy lives her life the way she wants. She is a spoiled cat who enjoys not giving a f*@& what others think of her and always finds her way back into my heart, even after she decides to go pee on the bathroom rug. I adopted her my junior year of college, and it’s safe to say we’ve been besties ever since. Lucy has seen me through 4 apartments/townhomes/condos, 3 boyfriends, 2 states, and an infinite amount of wine. It’s safe to say… she gets me.
As we’ve grown old together (don’t judge), I’ve learned that Lucy has several qualities, traits and tendencies that I too could adopt. Sure, she’s small and hairy with nails that don’t quit, but she’s also sassy, lovable, and my favorite thing to come home to.
So as Lucy sits next to me cleaning her paws and looking for birds out the window, I can’t help but think of all the reasons why she’s actually crushing life, and why I should pay attention.
Do what you wanna do.
I mentioned Lucy doesn’t give a f*@& what others think of her. She lives life by her own rules. If she wants to come up to you and swat at your feet, she’ll do it dammit. She’s in the mood to play, and everyone else should get on board. My life would be a little more stress-free if I shed my cares about the approval of others.
But, like, all the time. Just even lay/sit there for 3 minutes and close your eyes before getting up and doing something else. It doesn’t need to be an hours-long nap. Kick back, enjoy some down time. You deserve it.
Beware of boys.
For some reason (or maybe for obvious reasons?), Lucy has always been weary of the male species. When any guy enters her place of residence, she get’s a little on-edge. She’s immediately skeptical of their intentions. It takes some time for her to open up, for her to come out of hiding in front of them. They need to prove first that they mean no harm. Hmm, smart cat.
It’s been a long day, you deserve that cat nip, that fancy feast, or that cat treat. It’s important to treat yourself once in a while and not stress it when you down the whole thing. Life is short, whether you have 9 lives or just 1.
Always land on your feet.
Life’s gonna throw some heavy shit at you. You’ll fall, whether you’re expecting the ledge to be there or not. Lucy, without fail, always lands on her feet. She’ll squirm and roll around in the air to get there, but she makes it happen. I like that confidence.
Always go toward the sun.
Lucy is always able to find a ray of sunlight beaming into the house. She’ll bask in the light and enjoy the sunshine for as long as its there. There have been times where I couldn’t find her anywhere, and after searching, I’ll find her behind a piece of furniture or in a room she doesn’t usually frequent, laying in the one ray of light that could possible exist in the house. She knows how to find the sun, and I want to seek it out as well as she does.
Yes, she’s a cat. I get it. But if she were to write a book about ways to live you’re life, I’d probably read it. She’s a smarty pants, and I think we could all learn a thing or two from our feline friends. Now if you’ll excuse us, Lucy and I are going to treat ourselves to some catnip and wine (respectively, of course).