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I told him someday he’ll find a nice woman, settle down; she’ll be happy to bear his children, she’ll cook for him, unthinkingly defer to him—and she’ll probably do it with a smile.
He told me: I’m the only good influence you’ve ever had.
I told him: you thought you wanted this exotic pet but what you really wanted was a housecat, something simple and soft to touch that would curl up beside you. He told me: all I want is just something that doesn’t walk around destroying things and shitting on the floor.
I’ve been pacing back and forth in this cage for as long as I can remember—hungry—and despite my best efforts, I often snap at his fingers wiggling at me through the bars.
He told me: I’m the only good influence you’ve ever had.
I told him: you thought you wanted this exotic pet but what you really wanted was a housecat, something simple and soft to touch that would curl up beside you. He told me: all I want is just something that doesn’t walk around destroying things and shitting on the floor.
I’ve been pacing back and forth in this cage for as long as I can remember—hungry—and despite my best efforts, I often snap at his fingers wiggling at me through the bars.
Feb 21, 2025
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Lazy bastards. Cats. All they do is sprawl out in shafts of sunlight like they own the world—because, in some unspeakable, infuriating way, they do. It’s not envy, not exactly. More like reluctant reverence. I watch them with their slow blinks and casual disregard for everything that demands urgency in a human life, and I think: God, let me be that next time.
If there’s an afterlife—if this universe owes us any justice at all—I want out of this skin. Reincarnate me. Strip me of ambition and anxiety, of the gnawing hunger to matter. Make me a cat in someone’s backyard, basking in dandelions and overgrown grass, twitching my tail at passing dragonflies like I’ve got all the time in the world. Let me roll on warm concrete, belly exposed in the ultimate act of trust, purring not out of contentment but as a declaration of territory.
Not even the grandest visions of heaven could tempt me otherwise. Give me this one small, feral freedom. There’s a kind of holiness in the way cats move—aloof and unimpressed by gods or mortals—that makes me wonder if they’re the only creatures who got life right. And maybe, deep down, I don’t want eternal peace or salvation. Maybe I just want to nap in a sunbeam without anyone needing anything from me.
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If there’s an afterlife—if this universe owes us any justice at all—I want out of this skin. Reincarnate me. Strip me of ambition and anxiety, of the gnawing hunger to matter. Make me a cat in someone’s backyard, basking in dandelions and overgrown grass, twitching my tail at passing dragonflies like I’ve got all the time in the world. Let me roll on warm concrete, belly exposed in the ultimate act of trust, purring not out of contentment but as a declaration of territory.
Not even the grandest visions of heaven could tempt me otherwise. Give me this one small, feral freedom. There’s a kind of holiness in the way cats move—aloof and unimpressed by gods or mortals—that makes me wonder if they’re the only creatures who got life right. And maybe, deep down, I don’t want eternal peace or salvation. Maybe I just want to nap in a sunbeam without anyone needing anything from me.
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i’ve never had a cat before and decided to adopt one this year. it took a long time for him to trust me since he was living on the street for the entire 5 month of his life, but eventually he grew to trust me and would take naps on top of me as i binge watched movies.
i’ve always believed that to add value to your life, you need to be productive. i mean that’s how it is living in a capitalist society right? if you’re not working, you’re wasting your time. if you’re not commodifying your hobbies, you’re wasting your time.
but watching this kitten sleep all day changed my entire perspective on life somehow. i no longer feel bad about just relaxing and doing things i love (rotting in bed, watching movies while crocheting lol)
anyways i know this also comes down to privilege, and im v grateful i have my basic needs met. but doing the things you love and taking the time to relax is also a form of resistance in a society that loves to work people to death.
and ofc, here is a picture of the cat. his name is junji :D
i’ve always believed that to add value to your life, you need to be productive. i mean that’s how it is living in a capitalist society right? if you’re not working, you’re wasting your time. if you’re not commodifying your hobbies, you’re wasting your time.
but watching this kitten sleep all day changed my entire perspective on life somehow. i no longer feel bad about just relaxing and doing things i love (rotting in bed, watching movies while crocheting lol)
anyways i know this also comes down to privilege, and im v grateful i have my basic needs met. but doing the things you love and taking the time to relax is also a form of resistance in a society that loves to work people to death.
and ofc, here is a picture of the cat. his name is junji :D
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