Hello. I don’t know if you remember me, but I’m Carol’s brother, Walter. For this Wordless Wednesday guest blog post I thought inviting my sister, Violet, to participate with me would be nice. She’s old and quiet and seems wise. I find her stillness comforting. (Especially in THIS house!) We don’t interact often, but I feel a connection to Violet.
My idea was to have Violet interview me. When I visited her room to offer her this opportunity, she was sleeping. She sleeps a lot. I waited patiently for her to awaken. And waited, and waited, and waited. When she finally awoke, Continue reading →
Hello. I don’t know if you remember me, but I’m Carol’s brother, Walter. I would like to use my turn on Wordless Wednesday to discuss a concept that I think has been lost in our fast-paced, “me, me, me,” “now, now, now” culture: Delayed Gratification.
For the impulsive among you, delayed gratification is the ability to resist a reward in the immediate in exchange for a future reward. The future reward may be greater than the immediate reward, but not necessarily. Personally, I find that, often, the reward lies in the wait.
Cats are notoriously terrible at delaying gratification.
As an example, every night when I “go to my house” to sleep, my moms give me a biscuit smothered with peanut butter. Rather than attack that biscuit with a vengeance, as my gluttonous brother Sherman does, I let the biscuit sit. All night I keep an eye on that biscuit. Taking a page out of Buddhist philosophy, Continue reading →
Hello, it’s me, Walter. If you’re wondering where Carol’s been, Eggnog changed the password on the computer and won’t tell Carol what it is. Steve’s post about schooling me in how to be sexy was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I suppose it was a little much, though I do think Steve’s intentions were good. As my wise friend Albert said, I’m just not Steve’s brand of sexy.
Steve says the only thing that’s sexy in this picture is him.
Hello, I’m Carol’s brother, Walter. You probably know me already. I’ve been thinking about a lot of things lately and find myself getting a little down. Mostly I can’t figure out why it is that humans love cats so much more than dogs? Carol has a blog and humans actually read it. Have you really thought about that, dear human?!
Just a few internet searches and one quickly sees that cats are everywhere. An article in The Guardian says that cats are more popular because dogs “are trying too hard.” The article went on to say that dogs are “desperately trying to impress you – longing for your validation and approval,” whereas cats’ behavior is “cool, and effortless, and devoid of any concern about what you might think.”
Am I trying too hard? What will it take to get you to like me more than Carol?