6/20 — Things I’ve Learned from my Cats
Every day this week, there’s been a cat on my desk.
…okay, there’s usually a cat on my desk. That’s not the unusual part. The unusual part is that they’re been taking turns preventing me from working.
It’s difficult to accomplish much when this is happening, after all…
This isn’t a gratuitous ‘look at lots of pictures of my cats’ post, though. (Or at least it isn’t only that.) It’s also about some of the lessons I’ve been learning this week.
See, they’ve been taking turns. And they’re being Demanding. And what they’re Demanding is this:
‘Less work, Mom. More love.’
…and as you can see, it’s really hard to resist that demand.
I mean, you say no to this face. Go ahead. Do it.
…so I’ve taken a bunch of time off this week. I’ve also gotten a lot of work done. And I’ve been sitting here, staring at those two statements and trying to reconcile them.
I normally get up in the morning and try to get to work pretty much immediately — I’ve found that if I spend too much time staring vaguely into space first thing, the rest of the day goes like that. But it still takes me a while to ramp up to full speed. I am, as I have mentioned elsewhere, not at my best in the mornings.
I’ve decided that this week’s interruptions were my cats’ way of saying ‘Mrngs. Ur doing them rong.’
See, they’re only occupying my desk (and Demanding Love) in the mornings. And I’ve tried to work around/through/over them, and then said ‘to heck with it’ and stopped what I was doing and gave in and gave them Love. And there was purring and snuggling and random letters appearing on the screen, and eventually they had enough Love and went off for a nap, and I heaved a sigh of relief and got back to work.
…and worked more effectively, and with a lighter heart and more focus.
And got just as much done, more quickly, and had more time afterwards to go and read a book and (not incidentally) collect more Love (and cat fur).
Once or twice they’ve even tempted me away from the computer, and coerced me into laying back down on the bed for a little while, and then there’s a cat laying on my chest with his nose (and purr) stuck in my ear, and what’s one to do but give in and pet them? And I’ve laid there and worried about getting things done, and scolded myself for being lazy, only it’s hard to concentrate on the self-flagellation when there’s this beautiful RUMBLE filling your head and whiskers stuck in your nose, and I give in and enjoy the snuggletime.
And then I get up, and stretch a little, and sit at the computer and crank out work like nothin’ and nobody.
It’s been a revelation.
Less work, Mom. More love.
Yanno? I think I can go with that.