Friday, April 22, 2016

Cats

Sassy.  Curious, mischievous, sassy.
            Felines encompass all the qualities, both good and bad, of humans.  They are, in effect, tiny humans in fur form, or so they think.  Cross them and you pay.  Ignore them and you pay.  Fail to feed them and you pay.  Do anything they don’t agree with and you pay.
            Think about some of the traits a cat possesses, learns or instinctively emanates in their ten plus years of existence on the planet.  They have the ability to swear, to ignore, condescend, exude an air of self-righteousness, act psychotic, be spoiled, beg, manipulate, appear innocent, act cool, irritate, be revengeful, express evilness, love, blame others, get attention, act cute, kill, maim, torture, express gleefulness, act haughty and more.  Yet, we still love them, or at least many do. 
            There are those who view cats as villainous creatures that should be removed from existence.  On the other hand, there are many who love cats because they are able to express and exude the many aspects of the human psyche that humans themselves could not express without getting themselves hurt or killed.  When a cat does it, it may irritate, but most people still see them as lovable, fuzzy creatures, no matter what they do.
            Cats squeeze joy and extreme anger from humans with ease as if they were sponges.  A cat frolicking and flipping across a room raises peals of laughter from observers and at the same time their shredding a roll of toilet paper all over the bathroom floor brings out the murderous side of many a cat owner while the cat sits staring innocently outside the door, his muscles taut and ready to bolt. 

            I don’t know about you, but some days I love my cats and think they’re the greatest little creatures around.  Other days I am ready to skin them alive and bury their naked, furless bodies in a hole outside.  But, for some reason, they seem to have the ability to weasel their way back into my good graces, like a tick burrowing under my skin, only to be scrubbed and loved once again.

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