The Obligatory Cat Post

My life has become quite consistent with a cat's life.
Maybe it's my cat's influence on me
my full-time sleeping job is peppered with occasional waking functionality, food-gathering, and self-grooming.
Scattered throughout these periods of consciousness are the all important and frequent naps taken to restore my acute senses and provide me with some fresh, albeit temporary, bursts of clarity and energy.
I'm indifferent to the world around me unless I'm performing some function that directly increases my own comfort.
I lash out at things I don't understand and scratch them violently with my nails and yet, I am completely sensitive and loving when I want to be.
This sensitivity is only aroused, though, when it benefits me in some way.
I shit neatly and cover it up, eat informally whenever I'm hungry, and keep myself pretty much clean. My intense curiosity keeps me going through periods of listlessness and negative productivity.

I don't often learn from my mistakes but beg your forgiveness anyway.
I'm not a bad cat but I really couldn't give a shit about you, usually.
Unless of course you want to rub me in my ticklish spots, then I am most appreciative. Your gentle caress warms me, makes me feel safe and alive, and lets me know you still care.

I'm very alert and fearful, so tread lightly near me. You can only earn my trust after a long period of consistent dependability.

I am selfish, but that's only my survival instinct which dominates my existence. Eventually I will become comfortable with you, have patience. I am born with overpowering fight or flight options. I have no other choices, so understand that.

I think I need a nap now, and then we can play later. Ok?


From Otis the Cat