Worry is a complete waste of precious time. When Karl Pillemer, the author of 30 Lessons for Living: Tried and True Advice from the Wisest Americans, interviewed 1200 elders for his Legacy Project, he heard over and over again that the one thing most people regretted was the time they wasted worrying about the future.

Cats don’t know how to worry. They live in the moment. Something either feels good, or it doesn’t. If it doesn’t, they’ll let you know it so you can change it for them. I think they have the right idea!

Photo of Buttons by Aleta Lentz

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10 Comments on Sunday Purrs of Wisdom: Don’t Worry, Be Happy

  1. Thank you for opening my eyes to this. We as humans spend precious time worrying. After reading this I relayed the message to my parents whom are dealing with my dad being recently diagnosed with ALS. We need to spend more time trying to be be happy and making others happy. Easier said than done, but we can practice, practice, practice. Thank you!

  2. I want so badly to worry less — and most days I don’t worry at all. But when it comes to my furbabies, I worry so much, especially this weekend. One of my babies, Little Jack, is not eating. He wants to, even asks for his breakfast and dinner, but he smells it and doesn’t want it. Took him to the vet Friday, gave him an injection of Cerenia to ease his tummy, and he ate well Friday night, even let me cuddle him. But Saturday, when I was supposed to give him another dose (pill) of the medicine, and finally did, it seemed to make him worse. So I haven’t given him anymore — I don’t believe in forcing my babies to take meds; I feel it will destroy the bond we’ve created. He’s going back on Tuesday to the vet, but in the meantime I’ve only been able to encourage him to eat people tuna in water and a new dry/moist food. But he’s always loved canned/wet food and he won’t have it now. He has drank some water on his own, but to say I’m worried sick is an understatement. I can’t imagine all the poor homeless cats who don’t have anyone to look out for them, to love them, to fuss over them, to make sure they’re not ill. My heart breaks for them — and it’s breaking for my Little Jack because I can’t seem to do enough. So I just lay down beside him and stroke his head gently and whisper to him how much mama loves him and will do whatever it takes to make him well. Prayers and good thoughts are appreciated.

      • Thank you, Ingrid — for your kind words and for all the great advice and education you provide through this wonderful website. I read it religiously.

    • Oh how i know and hate that helpless feeling. Yes, you can’t help but worry in that situation! Sending prayers to you & Jack, Jeanie

  3. I wish i could get myself to worry less … I’m a work in progress, tho. Very. Slow. Progress. !!

    We should be more like cats in so many respects … I vote for sleeping more!

    Btw, you have a typo in the Leo quote in the photo … should be “sorrow” not “sorry”.

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