When life is like this I barely recognise my book never mind pick it up to read it.
While I am rushing around taking children hither and tither, I find myself feeling very jealous of our cat. I want to be our cat. The more manic I am, the more relaxed she seems to be. She doesn’t have to worry about art exhibitions, online publishing, stroppy authors, secondary school applications, hiking trips and the like. All she has to worry about is food and sleep and she does that very well.
I want to be our cat. That may not be possible (not yet, at least), but the internet reckons that our relaxed cat is helping me feel less stressed than I might otherwise be. I’m sure this is true. I feel much more relaxed after a stroking session with the cat. What’s more, there are apparently 17 health benefits in total to owning a cat, and these include much more than merely ‘reducing stress’. Cat ownership can keep your heart, lungs and mind all very healthy, it can keep your children asthma free and also it will boost your immune system. That is good news since I don’t like being poorly (I have no time to be poorly with my lifestyle).
Can I use this argument to get another cat? A black one?