Survival of the Cattest

            “It was nice of you to invite me over while the men are out on this fine Saturday morning, Diane,” Survival Sally said as she sat down at the kitchen table.


            “I thought we could just visit a while,” Diane said.  “This is a good time, too, since the kids are still asleep.  I’ve got some cinnamon rolls in the oven now, which they can have when they wake up.”


            “They smell good, too,” Sally said as she began searching through her purse.  “Here’s a bottle of stevia liquid I bought for you at the health food store the other day.”


            “What’s stevia?”


            “It’s a natural sweetener made from stevia leaves, and it’s better than those artificial sugar substitutes.  It’s highly concentrated and much stronger than sugar.  Just a drop or two in a cup of tea is all you need.  Sam and I really like it in hot cereal in the mornings, too.”


            “Thank you Sally.  That was, well, sweet of you.”  They both laughed.  “I’ll fix us each a cup of tea and we can try it.”


            Just then a bblack and white cat brushed Sally’s leg.  “Hi, kitty, how are you this morning?’  Sally reached down to pet it.


            “Schroeder’s probably been sleeping with one of the kids and staying out of Sparky’s way.”


            “Oh, yes, terriers can be rambunctious at times, can’t they?” sally said.


            “Schroeder and Sparky actually get along better than you’d think, but they do have their moments.  They bring a little extra life to the house, as if Jenny and Bryce didn’t liven things up enough.”


            “They sure love to play don’t they?  Ours loves to play with the plastic rings off gallon milk jugs.   He’s sure fun to watch,” Sally said.  “Cats have an incredible survival instinct.  It’s no wonder people say they have nine lives.”


            “Yes,” Diane said.  “Schroeder prolongs his life because he’s good at hiding in the strangest, most out of the way places.”


            “Cats know how how to use fear to their advantage, don’t they?” observed Sally.  “Sam says we should be more like them.  They prick up their ears at every little thing.  They seem to always be on guard.  When they feel threatened, boy, can they run!”


            “It seems like they eat and sleep mostly.”


            “Sam says we should be more like cats in that way, too.  Look at all the things cats don’t care about.  They’re so focused on themselves.  They sleep it off when they’re hurt or sick, too.  I don’t know about you, but I could use a cat nap now and then.”


            Diane laughs softly.  “Oh, of course.  The kids run me ragged sometimes.”  She sets a cup of tea in front of Sally.  Here you go.”


            “Thank you.”  She takes a sip after putting in a drop of stevia.  “Cats don’t get attached to people like dogs do.  They really do look out for themselves.  You’ve probably heard it said that dogs look up to you as if you’re God, and cats just know they’re God.”


            Diane laughed.  “isn’t that the truth!”


            “Instead of survival of the fittest, with cats it’s the survival of the cattest.”


            They both chuckle.


            “Cats are so sneaky, too,” continued Sally.  “Sam admires the way they seem to operate in stealth mode.  But little creatures better beware, because when a cat strikes, it’s over in a snap.”


            “I know what you mean,” said Diane.  “Looks like Schroeder didn’t hang around in here long, did he.”


            “How did he get the name Schroeder, Diane?”


            Just then discordant piano notes sounded from the next room.


            “There’s your clue,” said Diane.  “The kids named him after the Peanuts character because he likes to play the piano as only a cat can.”


Author: John Wesley Smith

John Wesley Smith writes and podcasts from his home in Central Missouri. His goal is to help preppers as he continues along his own preparedness journey.