Monday Motivation: OMtheKitty

Ever so often a person is really lucky and gets paired up with one of the coolest cats, ever.

Om the kitty so graciously arrived into my life after about a year of almost complete solitude. It was a time in my life of inner transformation and I am not quite sure that it’s ended yet, however my life has certainly started to open up and things have begun to move-in. OmtheKitty is one of them.

Two years ago this incredibly adorable kitten was the answer to my prayers. I wanted a neat pet, I wanted something to cuddle on, I wanted my home to not be so quiet and lonely anymore, so I searched online for different things to get. I considered rabbits, I considered dogs, and after tons of mulling over, I got a cat.

But Om the kitty is not just any kitten.

From the moment that I picked her up I instantly wanted her. She was the cutest, tiniest kitten—only about eight weeks old—fit right in the palm of my hand. She was just a baby and I didn’t want to cage her up while I drove home for almost two hours, so I let her sit on my lap. She meowed for a while, and afraid it would not stop, I started chanting:


I didn’t stop chanting, the whole two hours drive home. At one point Om the kitty fell asleep, still on my lap; she didn’t move, she didn’t whine, she was undisturbed—almost the whole ride home. After those initial meows, she acclimated quickly to me. Thanks to a calming chant, I bonded with her, and easily named her: Om.

Om the kitty has certainly lived up to her name.

For starters she’s put up with me, I’ve had a lot to learn about being a responsible pet owner…it’s not just about getting your pet neutered/spayed, or providing food and shelter…pets need love and attention too.

Pets do not exist to appease the owner.

Perhaps because I make my cat do a lot of unusual things I can see that she needs a lot more of my attention; love and praise and extra playtime. So I’ve learned to reward her with extra tasty wet food after we go paddle-boarding, or I take her out to sniff, explore and climb outdoors if she’s been cooped up for too long—she’s comfortable with her leash and harness. She has lots of toy and she gets lots of treats.

The very best part about Om is what she learned to do this summer.

After trying just about every different kind of litter that they have at the pet store, I finally settled on some pine pellets that sort-of worked (they covered up the smell with a seemingly piney fresh scent, and they didn’t track as much as the litter that’s sandlike). But litter is litter and after about a year and a half of smelling random poops it was starting to drive me nuts. So I began researching cat-toilet-training kits however the reviews didn’t convince me to actually buy anything. Shortly afterwards, as I was driving home one day, I saw a box out on a curb up the hill that said, “for free”—it was a new cat-toilet-training kit. I double checked the contents inside, everything was clean, and I thought to myself: okay lets try it, after all, it’s free. 

I bought the special flushable litter, watched a bunch of videos, and started training Om right away.

It was a bunch of trial and error, mostly my fault each time, but summer is just about to end and Om the kitty is fully toilet-trained. I haven’t bought any litter in months, she didn’t even go through her entire flushable toilet-training litter.

My two year old is fully potty-trained.  

I am a fortunate pet haver—I do not own this animal, I am only grateful that it’s chosen me to care for it in this world. It’s true I’ve messed up a lot, but overall I’ve done good (she truly is the sweetest cat). She loves to cuddle, and—even though they’re rough—she gives the nicest kisses.

As I finish writing this post she licks my toes and snuggles closer to my feet, this is not unusual behavior for her; she’s just a most peculiar kitten. I am grateful to have OMtheKitty.


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Monday Motivation: labels

I never thought of myself as a writer, in fact, I still don’t, but there’s something inside of me that gets absolute pleasure from mixing words together whether on paper, or on a screen.

I get tired of writing, no…it’s more like one of the voices inside of my head says that I’m not good enough to be a writer; so, I stop.

I literally can’t keep writing—I figuratively freeze.

Thankfully the burning sensation eventually thaws me out, it ignites from within me a fire that can only be cooled down through writing. Sigh…does the battle within the self ever stop?

When did I start battling with myself?

I didn’t battle with myself as a child, I can honestly say that I cared for myself a lot more back then—I was my biggest best friend, I looked out for myself and I did things that I liked. I was not fake, and that is not to say that I am any sort of fake now—I try to be as natural as I can be (to fulfill the being that God made me) but it is difficult to be so real sometimes. It is no longer as easy to be just me as it was when I was a kid.

There are grown-up expectations now.

But what does it mean to be a grown up? It seems that everywhere I look being a grown-up means learning to complain more…being a grown up means doing the same thing over, and over, and over, and over…being a grown-up means letting go of play-time and discovery…being a grown-up means getting mad over arbitrary little shits like traffic and bad odor or simply whatever the #<@% other people do.

We cannot control other peoples behavior, we can only control our reaction.

What truly deserves our attention and energy? How do I give my attention and energy to more things that fuel me? How can I nurture the things that will help me to bloom and blossom? What should I be practicing everyday?

Like a baby eventually learns to walk, after several attempts, after tons of trial and error, adults can learn to enjoy more, diversify/expand/have fun (a hundred years is a long time, even seventy-eight), do less sitting/more moving, discover new and wonderful possibilities, let go of arbitrary shit. Labels…

I am not anything that I am labeled.

I just do, everyday, I do what I can to be helpful, sometimes I forget to be harmless…I forget about nature, I forget about animals and plants and people, I even forget about myself—I am only human.

What does it mean to be an adult human on Planet Earth in the 21st century?

Our world, somewhere in the Milky Way, is more united than ever; we have more possibilities than at any other time. Prior to this year, things have only remained the same because we thought we had to fall into these prefabricated adult paradigms. Just because we become adult shaped doesn’t mean we have finished maturing. When fruit is picked out of its prime it doesn’t taste good. How do we nurture the patience we need to have with ourselves in order to properly tend to our inner garden?

How do I enjoy watching my inner flowers grow and grow and grow patiently until it’s their right time to bloom…then just be thankful.

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