I try to play with my cat Gracie everyday because I know that living in a small hotel room is not exactly ideal for kitty cats. Yesterday, as I was testing different strategies to engage her, I found her little, round, fuzzy ball and that is what she wanted to play with. However, I hesitate to use it in play as I do not want to lose the one link to her kittenhood. From all the toys she has, it is the only one of its kind and the oldest. I did not get it for her, it was passed on to me by a previous owner.
See, Gracie’s past is checkered. I do not know her exact origins. The previous owner, who used to live in the countryside, said that Gracie was caught wandering around and attached herself to her. I ended up with Gracie sort of the same way, she attached herself to me when I lived with the previous owner’s mother at one time.
Knowing that Gracie had so much space at one time I always feel some guilt. Finding the ball yesterday made me wonder how cats think about their childhoods and if they miss it, or if they never think of themselves as getting older.
Then today I saw a post on Facebook, by my friend Magena who asked a question about what childhood activities we liked which subsequently led to a discussion on childhood. I thought that was interesting as it coincided with my event from yesterday. Sure, Facebook can be a time waster, but I often find inspiration there by some people’s ponderings.
As humans, many of us long for the innocence of childhood while others want to forget it because of personal issues. I wonder how it is for animals and how does time pass for them? See, my friend Janet once made a statement that we could learn from cats who run around excitedly after they used the litter box. Can you imagine if we could live in the moment like that? What would happen if we all exited public bathrooms in the same manner?
Also, does Gracie see her ball as special or is it just me who is paranoid about losing it, and why does it matter so much to me?