Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure, than to take rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy much nor suffer much, because they live in the gray twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat.

Theodore Roosevelt, The Strenuous Life

By , on August 29, 2010

Miscellaneous Comment

We have two cats. The older was given to my wife by some friends about fourteen years ago. He was a tiny male kitten who was playful and wild; he is still allowed to go outside and still kills a mouse on occasion despite a touch of arthritis that makes the rapid motions needed to catch and kill a challenge.

Then a visitor came by recently. He is a young guy. He moved in from a neighbors home, apparently not too pleased with quarters in the barn only; he was not allowed in the house. This was a very delicate problem between neighbors, but I think everyone understands that where a cat lives is more a matter of what the cat decides than anything else.

So here is the routine. Young cat spends the night outside by his own choice. Old cat sleeps with me until about 4:30 A.M. each morning. This is very convenient, because I like to get up at 5:00 A.M. I let the old guy out and try to sleep a bit more. It usually doesn’t work.

The old guy is ready to enter as soon as I awaken. I feed him a small portion of moist food laced with glucosamine for his arthritis, then he drinks water out of a toilet and goes to the garage for some dry food and a short nap on his blanket atop the old Corvette. Then the young guy comes in and eats his hard food and drinks a little water purified with reverse osmosis equipment. Of late, he gets a little tuna fish and some half and half.

When the old guy enters from the garage, they both get some special treats, which they swallow quickly to avoid competition. Then they chase each other around the house, feigning fierce battle. After about ten minutes of this, they each retire for the day to a bed with a blanket folded and strategically placed for their comfort.

Late in the day, they’ll hunt and lounge outside after having a few bites to eat, then the cycle repeats.

Now I ask you, who do you think lives better, a working American like me or our cats?

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