Mr. Cat

Mr. cat sits by the window thinking about the life he could have lived.

Former owner visited today.She smelled of asphalt and flowers and dirt and of all the things that were forbidden to him as a home kept cat and that he very much longed.

 She smooched him. Over and over. That by itself was nice.Although nothing out of the ordinary.

Naturally, he is left puzzled when the handyman fails to acknowledge his natural superiority and uber-cutesy. As a result of such deviant behaviour, he feels forced to leave his comfortable indolence to perform all sort of tricks as if he were a regular tamed animal. Once the handyman talks to him with a high-pitched voice and pats him, his faith in the world is restored and he can leave the room with his dignity intact.

Making himself visible and pattable comes out of his free will.

That is what owner and former owner don't understand when they give themselves such preposterous tittle. Some day all three will have to sit down and address seriously the matter of ownership.

At 13 he feels he has gained a lot of insight on about everything. If only he could tell and not be forced to look at everything and everyone with a silent look on his tilted face.