dawn

Lucky, fortunate, on the right side of the random..

I am.

And the cat with no tail, is well.

Fluffy.

Fed.

Warm.

Happy.

Sweet as a buttercup.

Chatty little guy..

Meow meow meow purr.

Purrrproroe.

Little headbutting motherfucker..

Your shins ,your shoes, your pant leg..

Anything he can get close to.

It’s like he wants you to know that he sees you, and he’s happy about it.

Because you’re nice to him.

You bring him food and water and give him head scratchies.

He knows..

And I totally understand why the Egyptians worship them like gods.

I understand why Charles Bukowski wrote a book about them.

I don’t dislike dogs..

I just, really like cats  🧡

They put me at ease, and the world turns off. All that crap. All the stress and the strife and the battles and the struggle..

It turns off.

Like it should.

Flick the light switch down.

Rest and be satisfied.

Awaken well slept.

Ready to face it all again..

And life in the outside world is merely stretches of time between being with a cat.

All it is.

I understand that it matters to you.

I do.

But this is what matters to me.

And you and I are both alive, and we carry the freedom to decide.

(kinda amazing)

Incredibly amazing. A bizarre gift that you never even realize is a gift.

You put it in your pocket and take it for granted..

But that’s your choice, it’s your prerogative..

It’s not my business to tell anyone how to be