“Pet a cat when you encounter one on the street,” commands author Jordan B. Peterson. So yesterday wouldn’t you know, walking along and minding my own bid’ness, here comes a fuzzy gray feline, trotting deliberately my direction, meowing and wanting some human pats. Normally a great thing to do, but what does a cat know these days about virus-fur contact! What the heck, this cute little girl-cat did a few cat neck-curls and tail circles, and so she earned some neck scratches and head noogies from me. Right hand only.
“Keep that virus contact limited. No touching eyes, mouth, nose, ears, or wallet,” say the Virus Expert Crowd. After a few scratches and nice cat words, the cute cat turned around and trotted just as deliberately back home, her job done.
It’s true that you can’t choose your name or your relatives, but you can choose your cats. This cat was a good choice. Clearly, she saw that it was I who needed the encouraging word meow during these plague days.
Have you noticed that most people, and all cats, actually want to swap kind words. Let them, even if it sometimes seems a little weird.
An important finish to this day had to be to go back inside and wash hands. Both of them. Viruses can be washed away. Kind words stick around.
Vaughn Stelzenmuller writes as “Rod Walters,” because his long last name won’t fit on a book’s spine. He used to be a U.S. Army officer, then mechanical engineer in industry. Now he writes. Asked if he liked writing, he grumbled, “I don’t know, but I seem to keep doing it, and I’m not going to stop.”