A few years ago, on a normal, everyday, Saturday morning, my husband set off with my youngest daughter in search of a puppy. They visited several of the local animal shelters and rescue organizations but came back empty handed…almost.
While my daughter returned empty handed and disappointed, my husband returned with a big, gray, cat. Don’t get me wrong, I actually really like cats, but this particular cat and I have been at odds since day one.
My husband would tell you it’s because I don’t show her the attention that he does, but I have tried. She just seems to be very particular about the people she likes and I’m not one of them. For a multitude of reasons that I won’t take the time to go into, the feeling is pretty much mutual.
When my husband is away, she spends the majority of her time in hiding. I use the term “hiding” loosely, because one of her favorite methods of hiding is to stick her head under the bed and leave the rest of her body completely exposed. I honestly believe that she thinks if she can’t see me, I can’t see her.
A few days ago, as I walked into the room she ran to “hide” in her favorite spot, as usual. I watched her for a time, amazed by how long she was content to “hide” in this position. I thought how foolish she was to think that she was actually hiding in this way.
As I sat musing about this silly cat, it occurred to me that my actions are often just as foolish. How often do I ignore problems and pretend that they don’t exist? How often do I “stick my head under the bed” believing that if I can’t see my problems they can’t hurt me? How often am I content to hide from my problems until I am forced to face them?
So now, when I see this foolish cat run and hide her head under the bed, I smile and remind myself to face my problems and fears head on and not hide from them. I remind myself to be a little more understanding of the cat and a lot less like her.