
Lately I’ve been observing my cats. They beg for attention. They are mammals, and like all mammals, like humans, they have basic needs. They need a healthy diet and good nutrition, like humans. Clean water, a soft place to sleep, physical touch, like humans. They also have the need for movement. And they in fact can drive me crazy with this need, this strong compulsion to jump, wrestle, pounce, run, roll and scurry past me like a blur of fur and fury.
And here is where humans seem to differ in comparison to other mammals. I’ve asked myself: do we, as the human animal, feel the need to move and scurry past each other, a blur of human flesh and Nike shoes? Probably most of us can answer that truthfully the answer would be no; we don’t generally feel the need to move. We don’t usually feel that compulsion.
And why not? Where is the desire to stretch out our limbs, move our muscles until they’re warm and well lubricated that other mammals seem to have? Bending and swooping down on the ground on all fours, the feel of the wind on our faces as we run with long strides, the water slicing through our fingers as we move through the ocean. Our hearts pumping in our chest and our skin slick with salty sweat.
I think we have forgotten we are animals. We have created artificial environments for ourselves, with artificial foods and artificial schedules. We do have a need to move, for if we didn’t we would be dead. But our modern lifestyles allow us to move in the most minimal of ways; relying on cars when we can walk, zoning out in front of the television for entertainment instead of dancing and playing, computers and modern machines for chores and knowledge instead of moving through our world living, exploring, creating, and surviving.
I don’t want to forget that I am an animal. I want to be a cat in the sense that they listen to that need to move that is built into their genetic makeup. Conjointly, they have the need for rest which they do just as intensely as their play. My cats love to go outdoors and stalk through the tall grass and seem to believe that they are still the wild cats from which they originated. They are ferocious in play, wild and free, true to their definition of what makes them alive. And, hey, I’m an animal too, and so are you.