Simplify, Simplify, Simplify
When I began to consider a single yellow cat, nothing about it seemed life-changing. It was just one shy, feral cat watching me as I watched him. I journaled about him around Easter of this year. That quick exchange of glances, and my subsequent interest, somehow triggered an eruption of yellow cats. Five of them live on my front porch now, and one has become a pet. Animals know things we no longer sense as a species. I think humans probably had even keener senses millions of years ago—keener than other animals. We could smell trouble. We could sense a bad player in the room. We still catch faint echoes of these instincts, but we are far too quick to dismiss them. Why did we depart from something so vital to our survival? Largely because those senses are no longer necessary. As I typed those words, my wife said, "I am glad these cats don't have to fight for survival and look for food anymore." Have we dulled our instincts down to the point where we are domesticate...
