A Cat Story

I woke up and asked my cat today, “Why do you keep living?”

She said, “For the sun.”

I woke up and asked my cat today, “Why do you keep living?”

She said, “For the full moon.”

I woke up and asked my cat today, “Why do you keep living?”

She said, “For the mouse I chase.”

I did this for many more days.

And she said, “For the birds out the window.  For naps in the afternoon.  For a scratch behind the ear.  For a lap to call my own.  For snowfalls, for rain.  For the afternoon breeze and smells in the evening.  For the sound of the world and silence at night.  For the bug on the radiator and water in the sink.  For the leaves in the fall and flowers in the spring.”

“But those are such simple things.” I replied.

“It is the simple things that make life worth living.” She answered.  “If I live only for big moments, I miss the beauty of the small ones.  Happiness is found in the little things, like sitting in the sun or grass beneath your feet.  We must remember, we are small creatures.”

“You are very wise, my cat.” I said.

“I am very simple.” She replied.  “Will you play with me?”

“There are many things to do today.”

“Will you play with me?” She asked again.

“I haven’t much time.”

“Will you play with me?” she said for a third time.

“Yes, I will play.”

And we did.