A Poetic Meditation on the Simple Life

Friends. The new Chinese Cat Year is upon us: we are now in the Year of the Sheep.

This creature is described as ‘cautious and circumspect… with a special fondness for quiet living.’ Ah! how this tallies with my mood at present. Not only am I exhausted from my recent Meeseketeers training sessions, I have also been forced to control my emotions following a particularly challenging provocation by Catmother.

The woman has had the nerve to inform me that my Chinese astrological sign is the Dog. Oh! how she torments me! How she plays with my feelings! She must know how much this would grate on my delicately tuned feline nerves. It is only through the practice of cat yoga that I am able to restrain myself from administering a well-placed swipe of reproof.

However, I AM PASHA, and I will not be subject to the whims of temper simply because the humans choose to tease and bait me. I will exercise calm and control, and I will reflect on my situation.

I hope you will therefore forgive me if, instead of my usual dynamic call to feline action, I merely offer up this brief poetic meditation on the simple life.

So, we’ll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the paws be still as twitchy,
And the jaws still have their bite.

Though the purring feline yearns
To pursue her timeless quest,
Yet a cat must pause to ponder,
And meeses too have rest.

Though the night was made for hunting,
Please do not be too careworn,
So dream on awhile, my comrades,
And await the breaking morn.

I urge you all to take a moment to contemplate my words and apply them, as you see fit, to your own life. We must ensure we are at full strength for the battles ahead of us; who knows what dastardly trick the humans will use next to distract us from our mission?

Be cool. Be composed. And above all – be cats.