Hiphop

This is Hiphop.  He's a little Manx cat who adopted us just before Christmas last year.  As sometimes happens with his breed, he has a birth condition that affects his back and hind legs.  The technical term is sacro-coccygial dis-genesis.  What it means is that Hiphop does just that; he hops like a bunny.

There are those who would see Hiphop as damaged goods - a group which likely includes whoever dumped him out at our church on a cold Saturday night in December.  But they'd be wrong.  This is the most loving, funny cat we have ever owned.  He has no idea that he's "defective," but enjoys every minute of every day.  He rushes to the door to bid Fred good-bye every morning and runs to the door again to welcome us home every time we go out.  He sits in the window and watches the birds at the feeders.  He loves to chase toy mice and wrestle with stuffed animals.  And most of all, he loves to sit in our laps, to snuggle, to purr, to share the moment.

If only we could emulate this attitude.  If only we could truly accepted ourselves as we are - without regard for weaknesses or physical imperfections.  I see in him a comfort and ease with self that I envy and try to achieve.  What Hiphop does effortlessly, I work at.  And humans are the "superior species" because....?