The sound of squeaking steps echoes through the alley ridden with potholes. A cat’s life is dictated by the necessity to feed, to explore, and to survive.
Regardless of the incompetence of
mankind to maintain roads, life goes on amidst the pain; the pain of seeing the world treading towards the path of unimaginable enlightenment with the
pace of a carefree sloth.
Taking shelter is for the weary, and Nature bears mercy to none.
Would it be too much to ask, if I were to be given a waterproof coat? A pelt that’s soft, fluffy, and resistant to the whims of weather. And paws that act as rain boots, plus point if they glow yellow when splashing in puddles.
These are empty wishes, things that would be nice to
have yet meaningless to the soul.
A nice house, a warm bed, a full belly, and a hot meal.
Empty wishes, empty dreams.
What luxuries can tempt a
stray cat to forgo its freedom, and be content with a leach around its neck?