My daughter loved being a motivational speaker to our old cat Gary. She would often tell him about all the potential that he had, that he could do anything, including being Prime Minister. I don’t know why it was Prime Minister, why not President or Governor? Gary was a good cat, but failed miserably to live up to the potential my daughter attributed to him. I don’t know if Gary ever felt bad about it? He never even ran for City Council, Kitty Court, or local Dog Catcher. I just don’t think he was political, or at least he ever shared that side of himself with me. I wonder if Gary was disappointed that the US had no Prime Ministers, so what was the point of even trying?
I suspect my daughter set Gary’s aspirations a bit too high? She probably should have told him that while it’s good to have goals, if he chose only to be a cat, that was alright too. But I don’t think those words were ever spoken to Gary and I think he went to the grave questioning his accomplishments this world. Sure if killed a few birds and rodents and brought them home to us, but he received no praise from us for those accomplishments, if anything he was scorned for it.
I think we will do better with the next cat. We’ll tell him it’s OK to be just a cat, but he could be a City councilcat too if he wanted it. Lesson here is is obvious, its good to have dreams and goals, but often Life is Great for exactly whom we are.