The Cat on the Wall

A musing

There’s a feral cat on the wall.

Sits there so often now.

Staring in at me.

Waiting to be fed.

Waiting for a morsel.

Whatever I choose to give.

Whenever I choose to give it.

And yeah…….. I helped start it.

Mea culpa.

My bad.

At first, it was cute.

Endearing.

But recently,

I want to tell him;

“Fucks sake, you’re FREE, stop wasting your life watching, waiting…..”

Wanna tell him to go catch some mice, slaughter some birds.

To shit in the flowerbeds of those who hate animals.

To find a hot tin roof.

To be curious.

Wanna tell him it’s a lie that he has nine lives.

That he only has one.

This one.

Now.

Now.

Now

Wanna prise his needy black and white arse off the wall.

But thing is, he’s become addicted.

To the easy win.

The low hanging fruit.

And who can blame him?

Haven’t we all been there?

Isn’t society there right now?

The cult of convenience couples well with the psychology of intermittent reward.

But wins so often trick you.

Because it’s not about what you gain.

But what you lose.

From forgoing effort.

Whilst thinking you are winning.

And so……

I’m trying not to feed him.

An attempt to break the loop.

Because……

It’s no longer cute to me

To cultivate dependency

I want him to remember all he has and is.

His power.

His strength.

His life force.

It isn’t winter.

He won’t starve.

And I’ll be there if he needs me.

Really needs me.

But right now, the fields are teeming with mice.

And maybe…..

Instead of waiting on a wall…..

He’ll go sharpen his claws.

Take dust baths

Or chase butterflies.

And in the long run

I know, he’ll be happier.

PS: I have more than 400 posts on here now. I write lots of different stuff, according to mood, but if you enjoyed this, you can find more in this vein under the ‘Musings’ section of the homepage.