Our beloved Slim died three years ago this month. As I've mentioned before, I like to think about our cats around the time of their arrivals and departures. You can read Slim's basic story here, in last year's post.
After a few of these reminescences, you'd think I'd run out of things to think or say about them. In last year's post, I noted Slim's penchant for the most basic of things (from a cat's POV): food, shelter, a lap. A friend once described the late, great Stashy as 'wide open to love, giving and receiving'. She hadn't even met Stashy; she simply based her description on how I'd described him. And she was right. I've often thought it'd be nice if more people were like Stashy.
And now I'm wondering if it'd be nice if more people took a page from Slim's book and focussed on the most basic of things, the true necessities of life. There's some overlap between a cat and human list of necessities: food, shelter. What else? Society. Slim's point, even though he probably never knew he had one, is that much of the stuff we think we need - or want, even - we can do fine, perhaps even better, without.
I leave you with some pictures of our darling Slim. Here he's hanging out in his room.
Here he is, shortly after arrival, basking in the warmth of a sunbeam.