Don’t ask who I am, where I’ve been, or where I’m going. You wouldn’t believe me anyway. All you need to know is that I hide here once in a while.
There is no rhythm to my scheme. Sometimes I sleep under the awning or lurk in the shadows. Or you may think you hear me caterwaul in the night.
Yesterday, I waited for a handout like a circus carnie–under the eaves, then out near the roof’s edge–ready to pounce on an unsuspecting pigeon.
I’ll be gone tomorrow. I just stopped by to remind you that we critters and survivors–often invisible as you go about your day–confound explanation.
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Mark, you really captured this cat’s voice! Maybe you’re on to something here…
I enjoy when creatures find refuge around our dwellings.
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Thank you, Tom. I had fun writing this piece.
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Your writing is sublime, Mark 🙂 Cats are some of the greatest Buddhist teachers around. They eat when they’re hungry and sleep when they’re tired: a radical way of life that many of us humans have yet to grasp.
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Yes, I agree, Aiva. I’m more attune to cats now that I live in the desert. They somehow survive the extreme temperatures here.
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🥰🥰🥰
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Love this one!
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Thank you, Mary!
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