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It's not a prison. It's a gated community.

2007-05-15

Good morning Boys and Girls.

I'm not awake. Think I needed another twenty minutes of sleep this morning, but it wasn't to be. My coffee has added a buzz to my tiredness, but so far, hasn't ended it. Like me, the cat sits here to my left, drowsy and satisfied.

The difference between us, of course, is that while I have things to do that necessitate my activities this morning, her biggest decision all day will be whether to, from time to time, hop down and meander over toward her food dish or her litter box. Hell, her only real responsibility is to briefly lick my hand with her sand paper tongue when I reach over to pet her, a responsibility she accepts well enough but shirks any damn time she feels like it, instead staring up at me greedily, "A little more to the left," her eyes intone. "Good... Right there."

To my knowledge, she has no goals. If she has any political leanings, she keeps them to herself. She has some enemies I guess, but even so - the squirrels and birds that excite what passions she can muster when she gets into her "pacing along the patio door mood," staring in disapproval at their existence - she has no desire to break through the glass, or the screen when the glass door has been slid to the side, or even to simply walk through the door when I've briefly left it completely open to do something just outside.

A week ago, I'd done just that, and lo and behold, she took about three tentative steps out onto the deck. I felt mild panic when I saw her there, afraid that now, having tasted freedom, she might bolt to take advantage of my carelessness. No. She looked up at me, seemingly a bit panicked herself and ran back in through my legs to her world.

A happy lazy incarcerate. Would that I could learn to find satisfaction in such an existence for myself.

Alas, I must wrap this up.

I have an urge to visit my litter box and then grab another cup of coffee.


Be good to everyone.

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Barnabus (2007-05-15)
but....even if it had left awhile, it would have returned....it knows where it's next meal comes from!!!

Hardcore_Pyro (2007-05-15)
It's nice that the cat chose the comforts of home instead of the unknown.

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