A cat.
That's the life to have.
Being a cat.
Preening and sleeping.
Eating and bounding.
A silly outburst of enthusiasm.
Spot jumps and muscle spasms.
Pawing eagerly at an unknown stranger.
Or leaping into the face of apparent danger.
Letting ignorance rule my life.
The world being my prey.
Jumping into dustbins, looking for food.
Or perhaps being pushed into one by a passing troubler.
Looking coy.
Having large snake-like eyes, that hypnotize.
The ability to crouch, ready to pounce,
Hair on end, waiting and waiting.
Still as a statue. Imperceptibly breathing.
Pulling my ears back and extending my whiskers.
Stepping into wetness, my only worry.
A natural born yogi.
Yes.
That's the life to have.
One of a cat.
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