adventures with cat
earlier, while waiting for a friend to discuss our trip to the mental hospital, i was held hostage by a cat.
seeing that it was the only available empty table on the first floor of Miguel building, i sat next to a slumbering cat. we ignored each other for a split second, then sudeenly it stood up and stepped smartly onto my lap. I said, "I have no food," because i know that cats only show affection when it thinks that you're going to feed him. It continued to make itself feel at home, poking through my things and my clothes for a morsel of food.
When it saw that there was nothing, it settled on my lap instead, and promptly went to sleep. I think it was soothed by my gesture of running my fingernails on its head, the back of its ears, and its nape. Perhaps it was only hungry for affection. Or maybe it was just keeping me company.
At one point, it stretched its (i never found out what its gender was) neck, and it crossed my mind how bery easy it was to kill it, simply passing a knife on its exposed neck and watching blood spurt forth.
(Then it will look at me with hurt and beteayal in its beautiful eyes.)
And so we sat, cat and woman, each seeking warmth in more ways than one. It doesn't know I have skinned and cut open two of its kind. In this cat now, sleeping on my lap, I found absolution.
When it was time to go, i gently gathered it in my arms and put it beside me. Noticeably annoyed, it clambered right back and settled in. I murmured, "I'm sorry, I have to go." as I set it aside again. The cat still returned. I stroked it again, delaying for a moment my impending departure.
When I set it aside for the third and final time, I quickly stood up so that it won't come back. All I heard when I left were its heart-breaking meows.
I didn't look back.
I miss that cat.