The Zen of Cat
In honor of our beloved “friend” Kitty.
“The Zen of Cat” A Story by Jim Willis
The Man was very sad. He knew that the Cat’s days were numbered. The doctor had said there wasn’t anything more that could be done, that he should take the Cat home and make him as comfortable as possible.
The Man stroked the Cat on his lap and sighed. The Cat opened his eyes, purred and looked up at the Man. A tear rolled down the Man’s cheek and landed on the Cat’s forehead. The Cat gave him a slightly annoyed look.
“Why do you cry, Man?” the Cat asked. “Because you can’t bear the thought of losing me? Because you think you can never replace me?” The man nodded “yes”. “And where do you think I will be when I leave you?” the Cat asked. The Man shrugged helplessly. “Close your eyes, Man, ” the Cat said. The Man gave him a questioning look, but did as he was told.
“What color are my eyes and fur?” the Cat asked. “Your eyes are gold and your fur is a rich, warm brown,” the Man replied. “And where is my fur the darkest?” the Cat asked. “It is darkest along your back, your tail, your legs, nose and ears,” the Man said. “And where is it that you see me most?” asked the Cat. “I see you…on the kitchen windowsill watching the birds…on my favorite chair…on my desk lying on the papers I need…on the pillow next to my head at night”. The cat nodded. “Can you see me in all of those places now, even though your eyes are shut?” the Cat asked. “Yes, of course. I’ve seen you there for years.” the Man said.
“Then, whenever you wish to see me, all you must do is close your eyes.” said the Cat. “But you won’t really be here”, the Man said sadly. “Oh really?” said the Cat. “Pick up that piece of string from the floor-there, my toy”. The Man opened his eyes, then reached over and picked up the string. It was about two feet long and the Cat had been able to entertain himself for hours with it. “What is it made of?” the Cat asked. “It appears to be made of cotton,” the Man said. “Which comes from a plant?” the Cat asked. “Yes” said the Man. “From just one plant or from many”? “From many cotton plants”, the man answered. “And in the same soil from which grow the other cotton plants, it would be possible that other plants and flowers would grow? A rose could grow alongside of the cotton, yes?” asked the Cat. “Yes, I’m sure it would be possible”, the Man said. “And all of the plants would feed from the same soil and drink the same rain, would they not?” the Cat asked. “Yes, they would,” said the Man. “Then of all the plants, rose and cotton, would be very similar on the inside, even if they appeared outwardly very different,” said the Cat. The Man nodded his head in agreement, but didn’t see what that had to do with the present situation.
“Now that piece of string,” said the Cat, “is that the only piece of string ever made of cotton?” “No, of course it isn’t, said the Man, “it was part of a ball of twine.” “And do you know where all of the other pieces of string are now, and all of the balls of twine?” asked the Cat. “No, I don’t…that would be impossible.” said the Man. “Even though you do not know where they are, you believe they exist. And even though some of the string is with you, and other pieces of string are elsewhere…eventhough some pieces of string are short and others are long, and even though your ball of twine is not the only one in the world…you would agree that all the string is related?” asked the Cat. “I’ve never thought about it, but yes, I guess they they would be related”, the Man said. “What would happen if a piece of cotton string fell into the ground?” the Cat asked. “Well…it would eventually be covered up and decompose into the soil,” the Man said. “I see,” said the Cat. “Then perhaps more cotton would grow above it, or a rose?” “Yes, it would be possible”, the Man agreed. “Then the rose growing up your windowsill might be related to the string you are holding as well as to all the pieces of string you do not know about,” said the Cat. The Man knit his brow in thought.
“Now take each end of the string in your hand,” the Cat ordered. The Man did so. “The end in your left hand is my birth and the end in your right hand is my death. Now bring the two ends together,” the Cat said. The Man complied. “You have made a continous circle,” said the Cat. “Does any point along the string appear to be different, worse or better than any other part of the string?” The Man inspected the string and then shook his head “no”. “Does the space inside the circle appear to be different from the space outside of the circle?” the Cat asked. Again the Man shook his head “no”, but he still wasn’t sure he understood the Cat’s meaning.
“Close your eyes again,” the Cat said. “Now lick your hand.” The Man widened his eyes in surprise. “Just do it,” the Cat said. “Lick your hand, think of me in all my familar places, think of all the pieces of string, think about the cotton and the rose, think about how the inside of the circle is not different from the outside of the circle.”
The Man felt foolish, licking his hand, but he did as he was told. He discovered what a cat must know, that licking a paw is very calming and allows one to think more clearly. He continued licking and the corners of his mouth turned upward into the first smile he had shown in days. He waited for the Cat to tell him to stop, and when he didn’t he opened his eyes. The Cat’s eyes were closed. The Man stroked the warm, brown fur, but the Cat was gone. The Man shut his eyes hard as the tears poured down his face. He saw the Cat on the windowsill, then in his bed, then lying on his important papers. He saw him on the pillow next to his head, saw his bright gold eyes and darkest brown on his nose and ears. He opened his eyes and through his tears looked over at the rose growing in a pot on the windowsill and then to the circle of string he still held clutched in his hand.
One day, not long after, there was a new Cat on his lap. She was a lovely calico and white…very different from his earlier beloved Cat and very much the same.
Authors note: “I’ve had many special cats in my life, from my first, to others that followed and passed on. Each one wonderfully different and very much the same in their capacity to love and be loved. Many times in my life, I have said that each of them could have no equal, until another cat came into my life to prove me wrong.”