Cats are excellent teachers, according to A Paws for Pets.
Some stories need to be recounted again, and while memories and experiences fade with time, we can thankfully recall and be reminded of essential life lessons. Today marks the 12th anniversary of the publication of this story. A cat can teach you a lot of useful information. They can teach us about many of life's most crucial emotions and social relationships. A cat is a very intelligent animal, as many cat owners know (let me right myself: cats are the masters, and we are their caregivers.) As I previously stated, cats are quite intelligent, and we, as caregivers, understand that when a cat lives in your home, it is the cat's home. You are no longer in command; your life and home are now centered on the cat. However, while they take over our lives and our homes, they also have the ability to teach us. They teach us things that dogs and humans can teach us, but the lessons are far more intense with a cat....,.
Lazerous instilled in me the value of perseverance. This cat was discovered in a rural farm yard and kept attempting to enter the house. He lingered around the farmyard for days, attempting to get access to the house. He was cruelly attacked by the owner's dog and buried in a modest shallow cemetery around this time of year some years ago. On Good Friday, to be accurate. After three days, this small black and white cat resurfaced, with only minor injuries from his tragic encounter with the enormous farm dog, and was laid to rest approximately a mile from the house down a back road. This small guy showed me the value of perseverance. Don't give up, even though the odds are stacked against you; persevere and you will see. Little Lazerous' testimony, taken from his home in Lincoln, Nebraska.
Teddy instilled in me the value of humility. This is a majestic purebred Himalayan cat with long flowing hair, stunning wide eyes, and a demeanor that says, "I am a cat, therefore I am." Even though his fur was matted so tightly that he could scarcely walk, he still managed to show that he was "the bomb" when he entered the refuge. He received what is known as the "lion cut" after a trip to the groomer, where all of his gorgeous hair was left matted in clumps. His previously massive physique now resembles a nylon stuffed with grey and white tissue paper. His tail head and feet were still fluffy, but a cat's vanity demanded that every square inch of his body be covered. He happily didn't have any mirrors, and despite knowing something was amiss, he accepted his new appearance with dignity. Currently, he resides in Denver, Colorado.
Patience was named Patience for a reason, yet she taught me more about acceptance. A householder in south York discovered Patience crawling on a front path. They reported this cat didn't appear to be able to walk when they contacted. I knew Patience was a special cat from the minute I first met her. Her illness had no medical explanation, but she had the biggest, most expressive eyes you'd ever seen, and they followed your every move. Patience would lean into you if you placed your hand out, and you could not only feel but also hear her deep throated purring. I was aware that her time was limited, and I had the impression that she was as well. She taught me acceptance by demonstrating that she accepted her fate with quiet dignity, even though she was dying.
Sky has taught me that how you see your life determines how lonely you are. She arrived at the shelter five years ago and has lived a lonely and alone existence despite being surrounded by other cats. She's lived in a shoulder-high kennel with an open door since she was a puppy. She has refused to venture out, has learnt to tolerate the occasional cat who joins her in her territory, but has always remained aloof and has showed no desire to connect with any of the hundreds of cats who have passed through her domain. She occasionally expresses affection for me, and she appears to be pleased in her lonely loft. So I'm aware that loneliness can be self-inflicted. Sky has taken up residence on her lofty perch in the sanctuary.
Loretta conjures up feelings of rage. She was referred to the sanctuary by a member of the community whose neighbor was a victim of domestic violence. When the husband was arrested and the family moved out, the cat was left behind. The man who delivered her to me expressed sympathy for the cat. I'm not sure if Loretta had been abused, but based on her random out lashing, I'm guessing she had. Loretta was a lovely long-haired tortie who astounded me with her ability to be quiet and comfortable one minute and then lash out with a piercing screech and a swipe of her paw the next. The scars on the hands of several volunteers confirm to this. Loretta was adopted by a special couple from Lincoln, who have dealt with her rage with compassion and fortitude. She taught me that rage is unpredictable, but that with patience and understanding, it can be overcome.
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