My greatest ambition
When I was 14 I wanted to be president. Or at least Secretary of State.
Thirty years later, my ambitions have minified a bit. Now, my goal is to be a slacker. Or at least to support myself in some way that doesn’t require me to wear shoes. Or a bra. That allows me to have Honey nearby. And time to volunteer in some way with dogs.
Ambitions meet reality
The problem with trying to craft the good life is that it takes time and sacrifice to get there.
Downsizing our home means we have to make repairs to make it attractive to potential buyers. Saving money for new plans means working hard and remaining committed to my job. And inventing new ways of making money means learning new skills and experimenting with business (a tough course for someone absolutely allergic to making money).
All of those things take me farther away from the good life now in hopes of having the good life in the future.
Honey doesn’t know any of these things.
Honey knows that she likes to have company. She knows that walks and tug are fun. She knows that everything is better with friends.
Enter the kitty?
Yesterday, while contemplating my day that began at 5:00 a.m. with writing a blog post and ended at 9:00 p.m. when I got home from teaching a home buyer’s class, I asked my husband a question. “Do you think Honey would like to have a kitten to keep her company?”
I don’t really think a cat (or another dog, which would be my first choice) fits into our plans right now. But guilt about not having enough time to spend with Honey some days has got me thinking.
On tonight’s walk, Honey met a nice kitty. She was a pretty calico lying in the grass. As we walked by, Kitty remained lying in the grass. Honey passed the resting cat calmly. As we passed by, Kitty followed.
Finally, Honey realized Kitty wanted to be friends. And she responded the only friendly way she knew how–by play bowing and spinning around on the end of her leash.
It was too much for Kitty who backed up a bit and got some hackles.
I made Honey sit calmly while Kitty regained her confidence and laid down about 18 inches from where Honey was sitting. I spent the next few minutes petting the cat and allowing Honey to sniff my hands. Then petting Honey and allowing Kitty to sniff my hands.
They definitely wanted to be friends but they didn’t know how to talk to each other. If Honey had laid down and taken a nap, I bet the cat would have curled up next to her. If the cat had started to bat her paws, Honey would have rolled over and begun to wrestle.
Crafting the good life
As fun as it is to think of getting a kitten, it’s not the time. And as much as I enjoyed seeing Honey trying to figure out how to play with a kitty, I don’t think a cat would adapt to the particular good life I’m aiming for. And the last thing I want is to add a new learning curve to my life; I know absolutely nothing about cats.
So I’ll keep trying to craft a good life. Without sacrificing the present. And hope I get there soon.
If I don’t, I just might have to get a cat.