Be the noble curator of your excellence, for <br />fate made you perfect. In all things, be precise: <br />standing, sitting, staring, walking, sniffing, eating, <br />sleeping, killing. Never look in mirrors, <br />which are windows for the insecure. Sleep <br />in a variety of comfortable places, which <br />were created for you alone. Make acquaintances, <br />never friends. The latter tend to cling. <br /> <br />All phenomena are potential enemies. Therefore, <br />stare, listen, listen, stare, sniff, stare, listen, sniff, <br />hide, stare, and listen. Never perform tricks. Leave <br />those to dogs, who need to be wanted and want <br />to be liked. Talk as necessary, but never just <br />to chit-chat. Crack the whip of feline fury as <br />you wish. Keep the blades of your four feet sharp <br />and retracted like long-held resentments. Let <br />your soul's motor idle and strum the taut cord <br />of your body. No one owns you. <br /> <br />God made you and likes you best. In a world <br />that's dubious, you are certain. You never <br />make mistakes. You are entitled to what <br />you want; otherwise, why would you want it? <br />No matter what else you may be undertaking, <br />never be reticent to stop and groom yourself, <br />for you are superb, and self-maintenance <br />doubles as self-admiration. You are a cat, <br />a form of beauty that enters stealthily, <br />naps, and agrees to be admired. You <br />are a cat. Everything is as it should be.<br /><br />Hans Ostrom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-to-be-a-cat/
