"I have a cat."
"No really I do!"
This is a dialog that I repeat many times to my friends because none have seen my cat. His name is Dyson. Hubby named him after the vacuum cleaner, not sure why. Dyson is a shy animal. He lives in the master suite in my house. Other than a venture out once or twice a day (or probably at night when no one is sleeping) to go to the little box int he laundry room, he never leaves his self-proclaimed territory.
More times than not I envy Dyson, his simple lifestyle and the fact that he doesn't care to know more people than the two that invade his space every night. He prefers solitude, the perfect day is to sit at an open window and watch the birds outside. He doesn't worry about his food, his figure, bills or the what it's of tomorrow.
I think I will strive to be more like my 'invisible cat" and seek pleasure in the simple things.
Now let me see if I can go see what he's doing and copy him. Oh boy, I don't think I fit on the windowsill!
Happy Days Ya'll!
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