Who inspires you? Who makes you want to be a better person?
Is it someone you know? Or someone you don’t?
Someone who’s still alive? Or someone who’s passed over to the other side?
In my case, my source of inspiration is someone who has now passed over to Kitty Heaven. Someone whose deep, prophetic wisdom continues to stretch me to the furthest reaches of spiritual illumination.
Sure, she would cough up a hairball from time to time, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t enlightened.
That’s right, Goofballs, I’m talking about our cat, Lucy!
Those of you who read the last post know that it was about our experience with fumigation. You also know that the experience was challenging on several levels.
But Lucy? She took it like a champ.
At least, most of the time.
Here’s what happened:
When we found out we had to have our house fumigated, we were informed that any pets would have to vacate the premises for the entire course of the fumigation. At that point, Lucy had been around for ten years and she had never, not once, had to vacate the premises.
We once had a pet psychic tell us that Lucy thought of our house as her own. And not in the entitled, territorial way that most cats view their place of residence. The psychic said that Lucy truly thought of our house as hers.
She generously let us live here with her. And feed her. And pay the rent.
But the house was hers.
And now we were going to tear her away from her prime patch of real estate?!
Needless to say, I was concerned.
I called our vet and asked for their recommendations for pet boarding facilities. Not only did they have one, they said the place was great. It was a pet resort. Not a kennel, not a shelter. Oh no. This was a pet resort.
I ran the idea by Lucy.
She looked at me like I’d just told her we were going to get a dog. A cat-eating dog at that. I tried to explain it to her a few more times, but each time Lucy looked at me like I’d come up with an even more horrible idea.
And yet, when the morning came to take her to the resort, Lucy crawled right into her little pet carrier.
This, I might add, was just the first sign of her guru consciousness: Acceptance of the moment.
When we arrived at the resort, I was impressed. They had cameras in the lobby, showing what was happening in all the different rooms. There was a big dog room. And a little dog room. There was a doggie play room. And a doggie grooming room.
But what about the cats? Why were there no cameras on them?
Apparently cats don’t venture to pet resorts as often as dogs do. Nevertheless, there was a cat area on the premises, and a nice lady whisked Lucy off to her designated room.
When the lady came back, she told me that Lucy was settling in nicely with the other cats.
How cool, I thought. Maybe Lucy is going to have a good time after all.
Fast forward to a few days later. Our house had been cleared for re-entry and it was time to pick up Lucy from the resort.
This time, the nice lady at the desk escorted me to the cat room to pick up Lucy. As it turned out, the cats didn’t get to roam freely like the dogs did. There was Lucy, in a cage.
Lucy, the homeowner. Lucy, the guru.
In a cage.
I don’t know if she was happy to see me, or anxious to escape. Either way, she crawled into my arms and let me put her back into her cat carrier.
On the way home, she remained true to her enlightened consciousness by letting me know exactly what she was experiencing in each moment.
She meowed. And meowed. And meowed some more.
And then, when we were almost home, she relieved her bowels in her cat carrier.
As any cat owner knows, this is not something cats do lightly. Such activity is reserved for special moments.
In this case, Lucy was continuing to express her true feelings to me:
No way was that a $%*&# resort!
Once safely contained in her own home, Lucy continue to express herself. She yowled. She paced. She yowled some more.
There was nothing held back. No shame in expressing the full range of her emotions.
And then, at some point in the middle of the night, there was a shift.
Normally I had no idea what was happening to Lucy in the middle of the night. She had her own little bed, and she preferred to spend the entire night snoozing in her soft, fluffy bedding.
But not that night. That night, she decided that the wee hours of the morning were the perfect time to forgive us for sending her to the $%*&# resort.
She expressed her forgiveness by venturing to our bed and sleeping on top of us. At any point during the night that either Melissa or I would awaken to scratch our nose or rub our eyes, Lucy would travel up to the top of the bed and insist that we put our hand to much better use: Petting her.
Needless to say, no one got much sleep that night.
The next day was filled with more forgiveness from the guru-homeowner. She followed us wherever we went, expressing her gratitude and affection with non-stop purring and requests for petting.
Until, just as quickly as it began, the forgiveness ended and Lucy returned to her regular old enlightened self.
She slept. She ate. She played with her pink football. And occasionally, when it suited her, she graced us with her enlightened attention.
And that’s why she’s my guru.
There are a lot of people who talk about the importance of living in the moment. But how many of us actually do it?
Throughout the entire fumigation experience, Lucy took each moment as it came.
When it was time to get in her pet carrier and go to the resort, she did it. When it was time to express her true, unguarded feelings about her experience at the $%*&# resort, she did it. And when it was time to take a breath and forgive her tenants for putting her through hell, she did that too.
Whether it’s extreme pleasure or extreme pain, Lucy looked it in the face and meowed at it. She was completely herself in every moment and that, to me, is an inspiration.
So the next time you’re faced with an intense situation, ask yourself: What Would Lucy Do?
Allow her full, undefended reaction to life to inspire and inform you!
Except for relieving yourself in a cat carrier. I wouldn’t recommend that.
Who are your inspirations? What have they taught you about living life to the fullest?