Cat

Who is the most confident person you know?

The Sleeping Cat

Somewhere right now, a cat is deeply asleep while you are already anxious about your week.

It is not worried about its inbox. It is not calculating what it failed to accomplish last week or dreading what’s coming on Wednesday. It woke up, stretched with its entire body, looked at the Monday morning light, and made an immediate executive decision to return to the sunny spot.

No guilt. No justification. No “I’ll rest after I finish this.”

Just rest. Because rest is sacred. Because you cannot hunt on an empty spirit. Because even Cat God napped before creating the universe and the universe turned out fine.

Productivity culture wants you to believe that Monday is a debt you owe. That the weekend was borrowed time and now you must repay it with urgency and hustle and the performance of busyness.

The cat would like to formally object.

You are not behind. You are not failing. You are a creature that requires rest, warmth, connection, and the occasional moment of sitting in a sunbeam doing absolutely nothing.

The cat already knew this.

Maybe this Monday, let the cat be your teacher.

The only sin is cruelty. The only commandment is kindness. The rest — as always — is cats.

Bobo. 🐾

*borrowed from a friend