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June 6, 2013, 8:02 a.m.
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6/10/2013
By Mike Garrison
LiveRC.com
Growing up my parents once an hour had to tell me, "Don't be lazy," in order to get me to do something. Like most kids, I ignored their advice and went on about my lazy ways. Why use glass cups that require washing, when you could just buy throw away plastic ones? Why make your bed in the morning, when you are going to mess it all up climbing into bed at night? Why bake something, when you can microwave it in half the time? These are just a few of my lazy thoughts growing up.
In 2003, our family moved to a new house out in the countryside. Moving with us was our two dogs, and our two cats. We spent an ENTIRE day moving in, and being the almighty 15-year old that I was, I got the honors of carrying the heaviest boxes up and down the stairs to and from the basement and bedrooms. Carrying heavy moving boxes all day was not part of my lazy lifestyle, and I was not happy to say the least. That night we had finally finished up moving stuff in, and I went straight to my room to catch up on the sleep and TV that I missed carrying stupid boxes all day. I jumped into bed, clicked on the TV, and got comfy.
Not a minute later I hear the panic cry of our cat meowing outside the window. Like myself, the cat was not used to the new home and had not a clue of how to get inside for its much needed nap. I turned the volume up on the TV to ignore the cat, but she continued to cry louder, and louder, and louder. I had enough! I was already mad that my parents would even think about making me get up to do something and help them move boxes, and now I had a whiny cat outside the window!
No way was I getting out of bed to walk to the front door and let the cat in, so I simply rolled over to reach my bedroom window, opened it up and let the cat in through it. This was very lazy of me, but it got the job done, so who cares right?
10 years later, and I am late getting to work this morning. Why was I late getting to work this morning you ask? I was late because every night, to this day, that same cat refuses to come in the house any other way but through my window. Therefore she sits outside knocking on it with her paws and meowing until I wake up to let her in. To my surprise, she has made friends which have also moved in with us, and they too have learned from her that using Mike's bedroom window is the only entrance into the house.
The moral of the story here folks is DO NOT BE LAZY. The slightest act of laziness could end with sleepless nights and herds of cats knocking at your window night after night for the next 10 years.
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