There’s a cat at my window. Another casualty of my failed marriage. When my ‘wife’ and I were together at one stage we even had 4. Thing is, I’ve never really been fond of cats. I merely tolerated them as they were what she wanted. But even though the cat is not mine and I don’t really care about her. She is teaching me a valuable lesson. Persistence. And the value of it.
When I wake in the morning and go downstairs into the kitchen. She is there. Meowing, meowing, meowing.
When I return from work and get a quick cup of tea before picking my boy up from school. She is there. Meowing, meowing, meowing.
When my boy and I come back from school and go into the kitchen to do his homework at the table. She is there. Meowing, meowing, meowing.
In actual fact, almost every time I enter the kitchen, when I am making a cup of tea, making our dinner, or the evening supper. There she is. Meowing, meowing, meowing. Pawing at the window.
Now you might think I am ignoring the cat (She’s called Marshmallow by the way). But if you look at her you will see she is quite fat. She demands to be feed, she demands my attention. Relentlessly, she persists.
Now, as I’ve said, I only tolerate her. I’m not a cat lover by any means. Not a hater either I might add. Truthfully though, if she wasn’t there, I wouldn’t care. Not another thought would she be given. But she is there, always. She persists.
As a result she is always fed. Even that is not enough sometimes. Right after feeding she will be back at that window. Meowing, meowing, meowing. Pawing at the glass. Demanding, persisting.
Then I break and go outside to her. Often she jumps down from the windowsill and sprawls herself on the ground. Meowing, persisting.
She wants attention. I relent and give it to her. Then it’s back to the window she goes.
My point is, just to be clear, I’m not a fan of cats. They were never my thing. But this cat, through damned persistence, gets what she wants. She gets fed and watered, gets the belly rubs she wants. And all from someone who doesn’t really care. Because she persists.
You could argue that I am so weak-minded that a cat can defeat me. And in a way you are right. But the way I see it is that she can teach me a thing or two. Teach us all something important. Whatever you want in life. No matter how tough, no matter the opposition. Persist. Persist until you get what you want. Persist. Persist. Persist.
The fat cat knows.