Of Cats and Humans

felinity and humanity

Pacing, I know the way my body moves, I feel it, head lowered, jaws slightly parted. I can feel my rounded canines press against my lips and the way my tongue curls to sit between them. I have no reason and no rhyme. I have no need for analysis. Why I'm here or how I got here does not exist, I am here and that is enough.
I can't say what it is I feel, there is no word for it, this is not a human thought or feeling. This is cat. Pacing, staring, growling softly. Fear perhaps, uncertainty, aggitation and annoyance. I don't want to be here, in this flat, staring out the window at the world that lies below. I can't be here, I must be there. Outside. I need to stand benieth the nights sky and feel the raindrops collect upon my whiskers as I raise my muzzle to the nights scents.

I am a cat. I think as I think yet the human mind jumbles my thoughts. A human can be cunning, a human can be sly, arrogant or selfish. A cat is none of these things, yet even as a cat I can put lables onto myself. To be a human is to live in lables, to be a cat is to be a cat and nothing more. Human tries to tie cat in with human, to place human ideals upon cat and to make them conform. The cat doesn't care what the human may call it; cat is just cat. Cat does what needs to be done and little more. Cat won't waste energy on what has no purpose. Cat is not like human, it has no need to pick apart the hows and whys. If something is then it is, that's all that matters.
They say cats are curious, but surly humans are more so. As a cat I will study a new object, if it does not serve as food, pose as a threat, offer entertainment or provide something useful I will move on. As a human I may wonder what is it, how did it get here, why is it here, what is it called, what can it be used for, why haven't seen this before, where can I find another one?
So many questions that could be asked.

And we call cats curious.

Velvet Wings
29th July 2006

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