We began to notice evidence of mice in the house.
So I brought a barn cat inside.
Neither of my dogs would accept the farm cat into the family. Everytime he came upstairs the dogs would chase him back down. After a year of this torture, I took the poor cat back to the barn.
Then the mice came back.
So I got a tiny 7 week old kitten hoping he would become a good mouser.
Baby Crosby didn’t know any different. He would come and go as he pleased, playing with everything in sight, paying no attention to the dogs.
The dogs would stare at Crosby, totally dumbfounded that he wasn’t afraid of them, and that fact scared them. Which was fascinating to me.
Four weeks later…everyone is friends. And the kitten already caught a mouse.
I love it when a plan comes together.
The kitten eats with them, plays with them, and sleeps in the laundry basket (irrelevant but cute).
What if we could be like the kitten?
What if we just made ourselves at home and didn’t let the bullies bully us?
What if we just did our thing while people stare at us…and eventually accept us?
Maybe showing up for life in a new way wouldn’t be so daunting.