Nista's Point
as told by Catta
"I depress myself sometimes, Nista." I mutter, watching my feline companion groom herself.
An ear flicks towards me *Listen, and I will tell you a story* she seems to say.
"Will it make me happy?" I reply.
Her tail twitching slowly back and forth, she bends to lick her paw. *Happiness is such a chancy thing - and often it isn't recognizable when it's around.*
"Oh yeah," I challenge weakly.
She straightens up - stretches sensually and saunters over. Yawning, she settles down in my lap.
*Now listen to my story.*
Once or maybe not - there was a youngster who wanted to be happy more than anything else. Now, you may say - what is wrong with wanting to be happy? An admirable aspiration for one so young. But maybe not, I would reply. So deep was this craving for total happiness, that the youngster forsook all the usual pursuits that go into being young. Family and friends were abandoned. When asked to join grooming circles, the youngster would decline, being too busy searching for happiness. Soon all the youngster's energies were put into the search. No longer did the young nose show up at meals - no longer did the young body curl up at sleep times - no longer did the the young voice intrude with young ideas at discussion time.
Nista stops and rolls over presenting her belly for scratching. Absently I comply, "Well, what happened?" I demand of her.
Swatting at my hand, she replies, *Died a very unhappy youngster from starvation and sleep deprivation.
"So what is your point?" I say, as I lay down, cuddling her close to my heart and stroking her ears and back.
*Exactly* she purrs.
SANDINISTA
The Best of Cats - The Best of Friends
17 years together wasn't nearly enough.
"I depress myself sometimes, Nista." I mutter, watching my feline companion groom herself.
An ear flicks towards me *Listen, and I will tell you a story* she seems to say.
"Will it make me happy?" I reply.
Her tail twitching slowly back and forth, she bends to lick her paw. *Happiness is such a chancy thing - and often it isn't recognizable when it's around.*
"Oh yeah," I challenge weakly.
She straightens up - stretches sensually and saunters over. Yawning, she settles down in my lap.
*Now listen to my story.*
Once or maybe not - there was a youngster who wanted to be happy more than anything else. Now, you may say - what is wrong with wanting to be happy? An admirable aspiration for one so young. But maybe not, I would reply. So deep was this craving for total happiness, that the youngster forsook all the usual pursuits that go into being young. Family and friends were abandoned. When asked to join grooming circles, the youngster would decline, being too busy searching for happiness. Soon all the youngster's energies were put into the search. No longer did the young nose show up at meals - no longer did the young body curl up at sleep times - no longer did the the young voice intrude with young ideas at discussion time.
Nista stops and rolls over presenting her belly for scratching. Absently I comply, "Well, what happened?" I demand of her.
Swatting at my hand, she replies, *Died a very unhappy youngster from starvation and sleep deprivation.
"So what is your point?" I say, as I lay down, cuddling her close to my heart and stroking her ears and back.
*Exactly* she purrs.
SANDINISTA
The Best of Cats - The Best of Friends
17 years together wasn't nearly enough.