If you want to go fast go alone
if you want to go far, leave the cat behind
Thanks for joining me again here at the fools letter.
I’m glad you’re here.
And while you are, let me tell you about my cat Trevor.
Trevor is an indoor cat that likes to go outdoors.
(as opposed to an outdoor cat that likes to come inside?)
Actually, he may merely be a dissatisfied cat.
When he’s on the inside, he wants to go out all the time. If he were out all the time he’d want to come in.
He can’t make up his mind so we’ve made it up for him.
He’s an inside cat… our little furry prisoner.
Trevor has a routine, gets fed on a schedule, no shoelaces, gets walked around the yard.
No conjugal visits though.
The wardens took care of that.
According to Trevor, that damn vet ruined his life. He entered the clinic with balls. He exited feeling groggy and his nuts were in a garbage bag somewhere. He was up until that time, quite attached to them.
Trevor vowed revenge. We have him on file saying that if he ever saw that vet, he’d rip his face right off then dine on the gooey joys of vet eyeballs. Don’t let those big dreamy eyes fool you. Trevor is a stone cold killer.
I’m teaching him to walk off leash and at heel. It’s going as expected. His recall is terrible. When I let him out the door, he trundles down the stairs and sprints out the walk way. My stomach sinks.
And then things get easier. He just kinda rolls around in the dirt a bit.
I don’t actually need to worry about him. As long as I’m watching him, I can typically grab him before he darts off into the bushes.
You might be thinking, that’s fine, a cat story, what’s this got to do with me?
Well, I have a goal with Trevor. I want the two of us to walk around the block together at least once.
I want to be able to walk my cat around the block. Off leash. At heal.
This may take some time.
Trevor, in case you missed it, is a cat. As a cat he has one dominate trait that has led so many felines to their ugly demise that it’s become cliche.
Trevor is highly curious.
He’s curious about everything.
When we walk by a tree he wants to smell it, scratch it or climb and explore every limb - there could be baby chickdees for him so swallow whole!
Every blade of grass looks delicious.
Every rough patch on the concrete?
A place to scratch.
The way Trevor moves, he becomes intimately aware of all of the terrain he explores.
He knows every smell, hears every sound and senses every vibration.
Trevor is immersed in the present.
Oh how I love being immersed in the present.
I’m sure you’re much the same. The feel of a cool breeze on a hot day can bring you right back into your body. The honey sun warming your face, the sound of the ocean are all things that can bring us back to ourselves in the now.
They’re all things that bring us back to Trevor.
Hell, even Trevor brings me back to the now.
His belly is so fluffy.
And he is a very generous cat.
He tolerates people burrying their faces in his belly.
And if he were to be startled while I’m doing such a task? I would feel extremely present.
There would likely be a gyeser of blood spraying from my neck.
Trevor is a big boy. When he gets scared, it’s trouble.
The other day, I was on a mission. I was on a mission to the post office. I had some fools to certify and when doing such official business, someone from the governemnt needs to be involved somehow.
I had twenty minutes to get there.
As I left, Trevor bolted out the door.
We attempted to make it to the post office and ended up rolling around in the remains of a dead bird in the gutter.
The next night, we tried again. This time, we got stuck in a tree chasing a grackel.
The following night, we found a rat. The night after that, we were spooked by a Pomish Wolfhound. That was freaky. Mostly because I have no idea how a pom managed to mate with an Irish Wolfound. I’m thinking that someone even more deranged than me did it and that some puppy porn and a turkey baster were involoved.
It didn’t matter what happened. Every time I left with Trevor, we didn’t get where we needed to go.
Every time I left with Trevor, we were delighted and found something new.
And, there’s something that can be said for having focus and reaching a goal.
If I were off to the bank to make the last payment on my mortgage (I imagine this as a big celebratory cermony that finishes with a flourish of trumpets rather than merely something that computers do automatically)
If I didn’t get there to make the payment, they would not care that Trevor found something stinky and gooey that slowed us down. They just want their money.
Having curiosity is great. It’s an easy place for us to get lost. In doing so, we sometimes are prevented from getting were we need to go.
If we were merely machines created to be productive and realize goal after goal after goal, we wouldn’t have cats.
And without them, we wouldn’t have cat videos.
And without them?
The internet would be pointless.
So. Enjoy a moment today. Think of Trevor.
Lean into the here and meow