My Life as a Cat

My Life as a Cat
I am an orange cat, my name is Creamsicle. I almost got diabetes because my owner fed me too much, but that’s ok, I like eating. Don’t you like eating? I know you do, that’s exactly why I’m writing this letter, with my four paws. I’m very cute, everyone says so, I express myself by rubbing up against people. I love leaving fur against people’s black pants, so when people go to clubs, they look like a big furry bear. Or maybe so they will attract some female felines for me, that would be nice. I can’t seem to attract any female felines when I spray near the window, they don’t come running after me as I hope. I guess I’m not attractive. My brother, Essence, tells me I’m attractive, but you can’t believe him, because he’s got no brains. All he does is sit against the door with his back against the wall with his belly hanging out, like he’s drunk. I swear to you, he does that ALL day. I swear to God, my owner must give him booze. She never gives me any, I’m jealous. He’s so content, he acts like a friggin’ cat. He has this glazed over look, like he is in space. Why does he act like a cat? Maybe it is the booze. I don’t act like a cat. I try so hard to be a human, I play cards, I go on the computer, I race cars. I even brush my teeth. But my owner still won’t accept me. Essence just sits there. I remember the day she got us, I was just a kitten, and we were trapped, in jail. All these nice humans were warning us of all these horrible people that would take us away, and pretend to like us, and keep us captive, and that every chance we got, we must try to run away, run towards the door, run whenever there was light, run towards the light. And always, always go towards the food. Run towards the scent of food. And make sure you knock things over, always knock things over. They hate that. And walk in front of things, they especially hate that too.
But always act like you have something important on your mind, that especially delights your owners. You always want to keep them delighted. That keeps the food coming. Because if they aren’t delighted, a few meals might slip by, they might get depressed, because you know their happiness all depends on you right? Why else did they get us? They didn’t get us because they wanted a cat they got us because they have no friends! When I look out the window I see marvelous things that owners don’t even pay attention to. I see squirrels stealing picking people’s car doors to get food and hide it in their trees for the winter, I see kids talking to the birds (before they forget), I see plants dancing. Or maybe it was the catnip, but it’s a trip I tell you. I wonder what my special someone looks like, I wonder if she’s nice. I’ve been searching for her, looking out the window, with my nose pressed against it, just looking, looking, spraying, hoping. But she never comes. She never comes up against the window, to stare at me. I don’t know how we would date. I can never sneak outside long enough to date any cats, hump them, then leave. All the neighbor cats are so nice to me. At first they were hesitant to me, just like I am around those weird dogs my owner brings into her apartment, with her wide smile, expecting us to be pleased. I always arch my back, because that makes me look frggin’ cool and if I look cool he can’t hurt me.
Essence is sleeping right now, I think I’ll wake him up. Or maybe I’ll tell him a bedtime story, about a cat going to a park and seeing fairy cat’s there bringing them freedom and another planet with lots of cats on it. He would like that. He’s a pleasant cat, I love him very much. I know our owner loves us, despite her weirdness. I think I’ll go hop on her lap, because she looks very busy.

It's Simple

Hope- hope slips into my hands like feathers white green yellow
I want to hold a chicken up high for God to see, that I've been
good to animals. It isn't a joke no, I used to save spiders from drowning
in tubs? 1, 2, 3, 4. Counting.... Boom a boom a boom a.
Tick tock tick tock. You going insane too? They'll
just prescribe some meds for you, when really.....
It's an animal inside a cage, longing for her mother, because you
needed to cover up a wrinkle, just so I, or you, or he, could find someone better,
so we could moan, a little louder? Prescribe meds that were tested on
those poor creatures, just so we could moan, a little louder.
It's a vicuous cycle. We are chasing our tails.
Can't we forget, for a second... can't we let go- and reach out for
something different, something yellow- like the sun, a new planet, that's familiar,
something furry- it's called- something that you don't really
need to help but it won't hurt you to go out of your way to help.
It won't hurt you or help you to help, it's just there- that's what the feeling
is about, the ant hill, DON'T step on it, that's the clue, the dying bird,
AVOID running it over if you can. A person who you can smile at- smile at.
It's simple.

While the Tide is Still Low

My back feels like a waterslide has ripped open
splinters I'm carrying a cross so heavy, I've
got water through my eyes and roses under my feet,
people below me thinking good things pleasing God,
I'm no saint no but I please God sometimes yes yes I do.
Roses flowers opening up to say to God yes I am doing ok yes
the radio even agrees with me- clouds above me raining poetry,
in the radio, in lyrics, in the Holy Spirit- it's not that hard.
It's pretty easy actually. Life can be pretty difficult sometimes,
But just.... it's so hard sometimes- it hurts, it makes me cry.
Feels bad- but just go with it, because we wanted something so bad.
And we tried and twisted, and played "Twister" until we fell,
with our family members, and played all those games, until
we fell all body parts, all musical instruments garbled, all
staticky. But we've got to stop drinking all this while people
are gasping for air, we've got to put away our bloody lipstick,
while animals are trapped in cages, and begging for their mothers!
Stop stepping into the pool with ease, walk away from the beach,
while the tide is still low...

Some perspectives of mine

Here are some perspectives

PERSPECTIVES

Cats

My cats, Creamsicle and Essence.  They are wonderful creatures.  Creamsicle gets worried when I take showers- he peaks in the shower, from the sink. He gets worried when I get wet.  He does this little head bobbing thing with worried eyes, looking concerned like, "Mommy, are you ok?"  And he does it when I am having a pretty bad day, thinking I'm punishing myself or something.  And it's cute how Creamsicle will run out of my apartment, with his big belly jiggling over the floor, and then he will squat on the rug, as if it's his domain.  It's cute.  And then Essence, will lie in a little yoga position, legs facing one direction, arms twisted the other direction, with a glare in his eyes like, "Hey, what's up?  Don't be offended by my sexiness."

Then they both knock pencils off the counter.  Essence will always get to the bowl first when I feed them, and Creamsicle will push a little, but then back away, and let Essence dig in.  It always happens that way.  Creamsicle likes being on my lap, and Essence has a happy pose.  Where his tail is curved, and his back is curved, and he just has a glow in his eye.  Cats are great.  Oh and Creamsicle hunts bugs, then eats them.  So does Essence.  Animals are great.  They're sentient.  We should treasure all animals, start with what we can relate to, then go down to cows, pigs, chickens, all the animals we've desensitized ourselves to.  Maybe our world would be a better place if we stopped desensitizing ourselves to so much!  Play with your cats.