My Cat

Dusty. The best cat. The #1 Cat. No one that reads my blog will understand that reference. Mostly because I'm pretty sure the readers are exclusively Josh Bellis and Nate Roth. Maybe a couple others but hey, Josh and Nate are the only one's who truly understand my way of thinking on a personal level, so I'm okay with my limited amount of readers.

Anyways Dusty. That's my cat. She's extremely lazy and frankly lives a very pampered life. If she could talk though, she would probably tell you that her life is hard, because she doesn't know what human lives are like. 

See Dusty has no responsibility. She has no job. Has no schooling. Has nothing to clean (except herself), gets free food, free housing, free snacks, gets pet all the time for no reason and frankly gets treated like a queen. But that cat would probably tell you that life is hard if she could talk. Because Dusty only knows what she sees. And she sees not being allowed to go outside as a major infraction on her life. She sees not getting treats as the worst thing that can happen in a day. 

But let's personify Dusty for a moment. If Dusty was a human, would she truly be much different than the cat I just described? What do we, as people, worry about in any given day.

The weather?

Our outfit?

Whether people will like us or not?

What we are going to eat for the day?

But aren't we also blinded by what we see? We can look at a cat and say "Dusty has it so nice. She has no responsibility, and gets everything handed to her!" But if we look at ourselves we can find we aren't much different. 

Think about it. 

You probably have a car. 

A place to live. 

A computer or phone that you're reading this post on. 

Immediate access to food.
Your life is really really freakin good. There are people who wake up and hope and pray that they will get something to eat. We worry about option, some worry about access.
Maybe we have become like unappreciative animals. Constantly wanting everything handed to us because we some how "deserve it."

I'm not saying our problems aren't legitimate. They are simply different but much less urgent that others' and we should never lose sight of that.
I would like to thank my cat Dusty for giving me this realization and helping me to see life a little differently.