During our first year of marriage, Derick and I adopted a little yellow cat from the local animal shelter and named her “Grace.” Grace was (and still is) a very timid little kitty who is always cautious and scared of her own shadow. For the first few months we had her, I could leave the front door completely open when bringing the groceries inside from the car and she would walk right to the threshold and stop. She never dared to step over the ledge or go anywhere unfamiliar.
A few months after we adopted Grace, we adopted “Lilly.” Having limited experience with cats, we expected her to be like Grace. However, Lilly was (and still is) a very different cat. Where Grace is timid, Lilly is gung-ho. Where Grace is skittish, Lilly is confident. Where Grace is constantly on high alert, Lilly is carefree.
From the very first week we brought her home, Lilly ran as fast as she could out the open front door and ran off. She still tries to do so to this day, and we must constantly try to keep her inside or chase after her if and when she escapes.
She climbed everything - absolutely EVERYTHING! We had to stack two baby gates and then tape cardboard to try to keep her in her room the first few days she lived with us because she climbed up and jumped out (upsetting Grace) - and then a mad race ensued (see photo above).
Where Grace never climbed stairs or jumped on the kitchen counters, Lilly did. Where Grace never ventured to the basement, Lilly did from the first moment she got the opportunity. Grace would chase Lilly, and Lilly would jump up on the counters where Grace couldn’t reach her.
Lilly was forever on the counters and up high above the cabinets, and Grace was always on the floor looking up.
One day after we had Lilly for several weeks, I walked into the kitchen and there was Grace, curled up on the kitchen counter above the dishwasher. I was really surprised to see her there because while she had tried to jump that high before, she never could. Then all of a sudden, one day, she did.
The point of this little story is:
1) Sometimes I think Grace is wiser than Lilly in many ways. Where Grace senses danger, Lilly senses excitement, and that may eventually backfire on her.
2) Sometimes it takes a friend (or a frenemy) to make us realize we can do something we never thought we could do.
Today, both cats regularly jump up on the kitchen counters and Grace even tries to escape out open doors (and I still can’t figure out why because all she does is hide when she gets outside). But in many ways, Lilly has kind of been Grace’s fearless leader and shown her how to be a more daring cat.
Are you a Grace or a Lilly today? We love both our cats so much for their own unique personalities and the joy and giggles that they bring our family. They’re so similar, but so different.
Sometimes I think I am more like Grace in that I am cautious and sensitive. I can relate to Grace a LOT! There is nothing wrong with being a Grace! She will probably live a very, very long kitty life. But I am also thankful for Lillies in my life who show me how to be a little more daring and take a chance every now and then, showing me I can do things I never thought I could do. Jumping up on the kitchen ledge so I can see a little further than I could before, tempered by wisdom, sense, and of course, a little grace.
And now, Grace and Lilly are the best of friends. Well, most of the time. :)
Thanks for stopping by! I'm a student turned teacher turned writer turned part-time tutor, postcard hobbyist, and landscape photograph enthusiast. I have zero formal training in photography, but I love the art of visual documentation. I lived the first 30 years of my life in Oklahoma until I made a major life change (long story and I'd love to tell it sometime!), met my husband, moved to Marshall, and became a bonafide Missourian. My husband Derick owns our hobby shop, and we have a 2-year old son Rafe who loves just about everything these days (except spinach). If you ever see me around town with a camera pointed at a sunset, please say hi. I'd love to be friends. :)