The Cats in My House

 

 

I am not particularly fond of felines. Of any kind. Extremely not fond. What with their shining multicoloured eyes, claws and inquisitive nature? But I have cats in my house. 

Ones that steal my fish and meat, disturb my sleep at night with their baby-like cries. Sometimes even scratch my door as if I owe them.

Now why are they interesting enough to warrant a write up you might be wondering.

One fine Saturday ago I tasked my under-exercised body to join some fellows to climb the Aburi mountain on foot. This is a very popular trail for exercise enthusiasts.

So you can imagine, how frail and tired and with severe aches all over, my scramble for sustenance when I got home.

The lightweight that I’m not, I served myself some mouth-watering rice ball with palmnut soup. I settled behind my table under the big veranda and as soon as my finger dipped into the soup a very fierce meow broke the still expectant air of my throat.

Yes, you guessed right, the cats in my house decided to make their presence known. But that’s not what caught my attention. It’s the mannerisms of one easily spooked, one extremely confident non resident and one old cat.

The confident cat is actually not a resident, but the confidence with which it strolls through the house right from the gates to the back wall and elegantly make a jump to the other compound is sometimes baffling. 

You can chase it, throw things at it or try to shoo it back but none of these things deters it from coming back day after day.

The old cat has been around for quite sometime and though I’m not fond of it, it has managed to garner my admiration. This cat in particular gives birth at least four times every year and loses all the kitten most times as well.

What’s admirable is the attention and energy it showers each new set with, well until it doesn’t anymore. You can’t fault it for not being persistent though, going through numerous births every year.

Spooky, who inspired this write up is one of the rare surviving off springs of this old cat. 

If you sneeze loudly its spooked, walk too close to it, in fact any sort of interaction whether directed to it or not results in a spooked Spooky.

I continued devouring my sumptuous meal until I was interrupted by another loud and persistent meow meow. 

Feeling unusual pity for felines I don’t particularly like, I dropped a few morsels next to Spooky, who before the food will deliver its last kiss to my fingertips, run away.

Have you identified yourself or some familiar characteristics and habits with the cats in my house?

Are you the confident persistent one who goes through deterrence, objections, oppression and a host of negativity to reach your destination?

Do you identify with Spooky who easily perceives danger in all things.

Are you the old white cat whose caring is capped by neglect leading to the loss of its kittens yet goes through the process over and over again with smiles yet expecting different results?

Examine your approach, are you running from everything without ascertaining its impact?

Maybe you do the same thing over and over with a great expection of some dramatic change. 

I leave you to reflect and be inspired by the story of the cats in my house to effect and enhance some ideas, thoughts, impressions and opportunities you’re probably fretting over. 

Cheers!