“Tiger got to hunt, bird got to fly;
Man got to sit and wonder ‘why, why, why?’
Tiger got to sleep, bird got to land;
Man got to tell himself he understand.”
― Kurt Vonnegut
One thing I’ve learned,
while living life,
and bumping into beings along the way,
is that everyone has a passion for order,
and an aversion to disorder.
However we don’t all agree on which is which.
Our version of order may sometimes create disorder for others.
My cat is a very orderly being.
She likes things a certain way.
Stray from that certain way and she will not be pleased.
Try to tidy up your office,
which you think is disordered,
and she may place herself in a position which halts your progress,
as she sees order where you don’t,
and you’re disrupting her order with your disorder.
We have recently moved home,
and everything is still in disarray.
She has had to put up with a whole cornucopia of disorder,
and adjust to it.
She really loves the new place,
as she is allowed outside more than she used to be.
Today she decided to expand her territory,
into the neighbour’s garden.
She has an orderly manner of doing things…
but her order created an almighty disorder for us.
For awhile we thought that she was lost,
afraid she might venture onto the road,
which drivers consider to be an unofficial Grand Prix track,
that she had returned to the wild,
she’s an ex-feral cat and this was something we warned about,
if we ever let her out to roam.
Our world was chaos,
our minds collapsing in on themselves,
our hearts were beating erratically,
our ordered lives paused in a disordered place.
She’s back now,
sleeping her adventure off,
after a hearty meal…
She came back the moment we stopped looking for her.
Life has an order to it…
Things have a way of sorting themselves out,
normal returns quickly,
as clarity after a fog,
we just need time to put things like perspective in their proper place,
after they’ve given us the impression of falling apart.
“I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.”
― Jean Cocteau