What A Cat Taught Me About Contentment

Cats, you either love them or you don’t. I’ve always been a don’t, so, when Shiloh, a Tabby-Siamese mix entered our lives, he surprisingly wasn’t what I expected. At times, he’s almost human in his actions. When he wants attention he’s cuddly, but when he doesn’t, there’s no getting close to him.

While Lancer and Lola, our dogs, stay outside as watchdogs (relax, no snow we live in Amazonas Brazil) and sleep in their brick dog house, or on the covered porch, Shiloh only sleeps on soft, cushy furniture or if the bedroom door is left open, on my wife’s pillow. Did mention, she’s allergic to cats?

He’s everywhere, you don’t dare sit without first checking for the cat. If he’s in that seat, there’s no way he’s moving voluntarily. The cat’s got it made, and that’s where I noticed another quality he shares with humans, he’s never satisfied.

Why Having It All May Not Be Enough

Shiloh lacks nothing. He always has food, water, soft beds, a big house, and a bigger yard to hunt lizards in. But he still tries to sneak out to the street where he’ll have to dodge cars, motorcycles, stray dogs, and feral cats.

Other times, he’s on the neighbor’s wall preparing to jump down and check out their yard. Thing is, that neighbor has already warned us her dogs kill anything…