Cat String

Cat-caught long ago

After a scream of pleasure

Trying to escape

Mitsi was looking at me with inquisitive eyes, waiting to see what I was going to do with the creature in my hand. As I laid it on the floor, moving it ever so slowly, Mitsi was preparing the assault. Ears raised, whiskers straightened, eyes transfixed, body motionless, tail tip moving to a mute music, she attacked with her previously sharpened claws. The string had no chance of escaping.

Following stretched and exciting sets of string assaults and tastes, Mitsi lay upon most of her victim, triumphant but with heavy eyes, victory-drunk. She began to lick her left paw, going to and fro in catlike concord, and then languidly proceeded to the right one before turning eventually to her upper back. She seemed to enjoy grooming herself following a confrontation, perhaps to prepare for a new one, or simply erase any trace of the last clash. Next, Mitsi stretched head to tail, moved her tongue around her mouth, put her head on her paws, and began to slumber.

“Wait! Tired already? Not so fast! How about this creature?” I said, moving my index finger very slowly next to her. But before I could even think of reacting, she had it under her paws. I screamed. It will teach me not to tease her so in the future. But this is what I always think following Mitsi’s swift clawing. It is difficult to resist a cat’s attack because you get to watch the drive of the greatest predator on most accounts, although one could argue that the greatest predator on most accounts was, is, and always will be the Nazi.

I started to prepare some food for the victorious: Miss Mew for Miss Mitsi. She swallowed the meat with her velvety tongue, taking her time. After all, time has a different meaning for a house cat: a time to sleep, a time to eat, a time to groom, a time to explore, and a time to play, and a purr once in a while for good measure.

This circle of cattish events repeats itself until the day the cat is dead. I wonder if I should adopt a cat, after all.

You must! I heard myself say. I must! I repeated.

Life is much more sufferable when a cat is looking at you or simply sleeping while you are looking at it.