When our dear kitty, Bean, was hit by a car in front of our house on Saturday, I thought about the things she had taught me and how grateful I am for the three years she was part of our family.
One of my favorite books is The Game of Life and How to Play It (1925) by Florence Scovel Shin. She refers to an old saying, “No man is your friend; no man is your enemy; all men are your teachers.”
Even though Bean was a cat, she was definitely my teacher.
What did Bean teach me?
Be persistent; don’t give up as in I won’t stop scratching the door until you let me out. Know what you want and go for it.
Don’t be afraid even if you get lost and take five days to find your way home. Life is an adventure with so much to see and to do.
Change is good. You become fat and lazy like your sister if you stay within your comfort zone, in that cozy little box of a world you’ve created for yourself.
Make sure the people you love, know they are loved. From the moment you stirred in the morning she was by your side purring and she always greeted you when you walked in the door. Although she refused to obey the rules such as wearing a collar – we went through more than a dozen, or staying off the counters or leaving you in peace in the bathroom, she never made you mad.
Earlier today I came across a copy of T.S.Eliot’s book of cat poems, Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats (1939), this inspiration for the musical CATS. (Sidebar: The most famous song from the musical, Memory is not inspired from Eliot’s cat poems but from two others, Preludes and Rhapsody on a Windy Night.)
Which cat was Bean? A little bit Rum Tum Tugger, a little bit Mr. Mistoffelees, a little bit Rumpleteazer.
Curiosity may have killed this cat but she didn’t want to miss a thing.
A vet once told me that an indoor cat may live a long life but an outdoor cat will live a happy life.Our beautiful cross-eyed Bean was a happy cat indeed.
