There are simple pleasures in life I’ve discovered. A scratch from a gentle hand on my belly. A ruffling of the fur between my ears. Cold water that suddenly appears out of a spigot.
I don’t understand why more cats have not discovered this revelation. We are smart creatures. We truly do like to think of things that make our life easier. But I can’t seem to convince the others that the more adorable they are the more luxury the receive. I’ve now trained the kindly woman and man who own me that every time I sit on the edge of the silver tub to turn on the water.
They stand and watch me, amused by the new trick I’ve learned. When I was younger I might have bristled at the thought of performing for them. I was an independent sort, always trotting out of the house without a thought of when I would return. I used to look back at the woman standing in the door, and sometimes I would think I might miss her. Then one day she was not at home. Then another. Then another. The man would come check on me and feed me, and that is when I began realizing how bleak a cat existence would be if not for someone to scratch my chin or rub against. When the woman came home, I felt happy and that is when I realized I could make her happy too.
Now when the woman seems sad, I jump on the counter and wait for the water. It makes her smile and laugh. A bonus is that I get to lap up all that cold delicious water. But also I get to see the joy she gets just because I’m with her. It’s my way of showing her that I’m appreciative. It’s the least a cat can do.
It’s a shame more humans don’t know about this.