Bella has a cozy spot where she feels safe and secure. It’s inside one of the best cat inventions yet: the pop-open kitty cube. When the house gets crazy, and the dogs act like wild ones, she goes to this hiding spot. Sometimes, all curled up, she seems almost smug in her little corner of the world.
I find myself smug like that sometimes. Secure in my little world, sure of myself and my knowledge. But if somebody messes with my cube, I get angry.
So often Sparky tries to play with Bella while she’s happily purring in her cube. And equally often he ends up with a claw on the nose and . . . occasionally he gets his head stuck. But it never seems to bother him….he just runs around the house, quite proud of himself and his newest accessory. Very stylish in the dog world, I hear.
The other day I found myself in an argument. I was 150% sure that I was right. I didn’t doubt myself for a moment. When somebody attempted to correct me, I turned vicious, throwing some profanity into my defense.
I was no longer sweet little Bella curled up in my cube. I discovered I was wrong and my head was stuck in the cube. There was my denying it…my head was completely STUCK! I swallowed hard and then decided to sit in silence, brewing and fuming in my “wrongness” and trying to find a reason…an excuse or maybe a loophole.
Periscoping my red face out of my cube, I glanced around the room. Yep, they were watching…oh woe is me. What do I do now? I look like a fool. I look ridiculous!
*GULP* I swallowed that big bitter lump of pride and…I wore the cube with grace…I said THOSE words…
I WAS WRONG!
And it wasn’t that bad…actually it felt kinda good. Almost like a relief. I don’t have to be infallible. I can be human. I was wrong and the ceiling didn’t cave in around me ears. The room of people didn’t laugh at me.
I was wrong! I was wrong!
WOW! I look good in a cube. I’m kinda cute in my humanness/dogness.
So like Sparky, I just pranced around the room with my cube around my neck, wagging my tail the rest of the day.