November 24th 2012 12:00 am
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Many years ago Tux Dad was a rebellious teen cat who left the farm for a better life. Tux Dad couldn't have all of his hearts desires stuck on the farm where he had to work just like the others cats, and he felt he deserved what the other cats had and should not have to work for it. So Tux Dad went to the big city to live in the area where cats could have everything of their hearts desire without lifting a paw.
In his quest to have everything all other cats have, Tux Dad changed and he became not a very nice cat. His personality wasn't the same anymore as he tossed names at the farm cats who prided themselves in hard work and he cried how the farm cats want to keep him down.
It wasn't long after acquiring all his free stuff that Tux Dad was blessed with a beautiful daughterfur, Tux Cat. It also wasn't long that Tux Cat became a rebellious teen cat who not only wasn't enjoying her free stuff but also had no desire to get more free stuff. How could Tux Cat be so ungrateful? Balls with bells in them and two silk mice stitched with golden thread and a plushy carpeted cat tree that filled the entire back room. A pool to sunbathe by and a neatly manicured carpet of grass to romp all day in. Three meals a day brought to her on silver platters and all the in between fishy treats to one's desire. Tux Dad taught Tux Cat well how to get everything for free... without lifting a paw.
Tux Dad pondered for several weeks on how to open his daughter's eyes. After all, the farm cats owe cats like them. It was decided Tux Cat would go for a weekend visit to distant cousins back on the farm, a cat furmily that is considered by many very poor. Maybe this will help his daugherfur to understand.
Sunday evening Tux Cat arrived back home just in time for dinner, and they talked about the many things Tux Dad did while she was away. At the end of the meal Tux Dad asked,"How was the trip?”
“It was great, Dad.”
“Did you learn how poor cats live?”
“Oh ... uh, yeah,”
“So, tell me, what did you learn on the farm with your cousins?”
Tux Cat answered, "Well Dad. We have some nice stuffed mice to bat around here and there, and they have all the alive mice one can imagine to play with that play back. We have imported lanterns in our garden to see at night, and they have stars at night that go on forever. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden, and they have a creek that reaches so far you can't see the end of it. We have a patio that reaches to the front yard, and they have the whole horizon to play in. We have a small well kept piece of land to live on, and they have fields that go beyond our sight. We have our food brought to us, and they get to go out and choose their own. We have servants who serve us, and they serve others. We have walls around our property to protect us, and they have friends to protect them.”
Tux Dad was kind of let down. It seems a weekend on the farm living like the farm cats didn't help her understand at all
"Goodnight Dad" Tux Cat yawned. She got up heading for bed and as she hugged her dadfur goodnight she whispered in his ear,
"Thanks, Dad, for showing me how poor we are".
When morning came Tux Dad packed up himself and Tux Cat, and moved back to the farm. For you see, all of his life it was HE who didn't understand.
In the quest to have way too plenty and riches, we loose so much of ourselves. It isn't the having that is wrong or immoral, as long as what you have is the product of your own hard work and not from the sweat of another. While having the desire of items, the same items, and better items as others we do not realize what we must leave behind, and this is more so true when we think we deserve it without working as hard as others. To have a silk mouse one must give up the dozens of playmates, and to have the biggest tree inside the house one must give up the one that is alive with buds in the spring and color in the fall and teaming with birds singing. There is a cost to everything. Some costs are small and some costs are the very soul of who you are. It isn't the journey to achieving riches that starve one's soul but what one is willing to give up traveling the wrong roads. Many search until the dead ends of many long roads in pursuit what the other guy has, when all that is truly richness has always been in their own back yards.