This morning Max & I were talking about how elusive happiness can be. He was explaining how he would be happy if only he could go outside, or hang out on the counter, or scratch the couch, or lay on the clean laundry.
Finally I got him to admit that happiness was a choice. Sure he could go outside and feel very happy for a while. But then he'd get bored or hungry and before he knew it he'd be happy only if he could come back inside. I told him it really was within his power to choose to be happy in his current situation, whatever it may be.
We went on to talk about how he reacts to things that happen that are beyond his control. Sometimes he needs to have his nails clipped. There is a split second after that first clip when he can choose to get angry and meow loudly in protest. Or, he can lie quietly and enjoy his little kitty pedicure.
Sure he argued at first, but finally he agreed that he enjoys feeling happy rather than angry or depressed or sad. So he's going to work on how he reacts to things. He's going to have a more positive outlook on life. He's going to enjoy the current moment, whatever he may be doing.
I told him I was proud of him for being so open and honest. He licked his bum and went to sleep.
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