At
one nightfall there is one lazy black cat sitting in the twilight on a tall
wall, not making a sound.
She looks indifferent, however seems in the middle of
thinking the long thought. She stares far ahead to the twinkling lights of the
town.
‘So
what’s with your world today?’ She yawns. ‘Hmmm.... It’s nothing that I didn’t
know of. I saw it all coming. Was I not right? But alas, your imbecility never
fails to overwhelm you.’
She
bends and moves to a napping position, gazing idly to the scenery in front of
her.
“Pointless
pack with infamous falsehood. Why would I want anything from you?” She gaps
another big bored yawn.
Just
as she is about to rest her eyes, she hears an inhibited cry. She tilts her
head to the side and listens carefully. The sobbing continues with whimper.
‘Ah,’
said she, ‘so, I’m free. So what? Why is that envy, you green-eyed creature? I
told you, you could choose to be free, too. Yet you locked your own cage and
threw away the key outside. Now you pity yourself? You are pathetic. Humor me,
you really want to break away free? If I toss you back the key you would come
outside, for real?” She smirks devilishly. “Come on, silly creature, show your
face and impress me.’
The
sobbing subsides, retreats into its cage. The cat returns to her relaxed
posture. She raises her head, inhaling the fresh air from the dark night sky
above her. The night grows heavier. She licks to clean her dirty paws.
She
suddenly glares down. She hisses at a rat running down the dark aisle. The rat
stops at an instant to notice the cat. Off the rat runs fast and jumps into a
gutter hole. She examines the rat and then licks her snout.
‘Nope,
I’m done hunting for now. Go on rat, run for your low life.’
The
cat lingers to admire the full moon and the cool night air in her nap. Then a
shadow of a walking dog leashed to a human makes a scene not far away. The dog
stops for a while next to a sidewalk hedge to take a leak. The human waits
patiently for the dog’s little occupation to complete. The
cat snickers.
‘Yeah,
you two can make a happily-ever-after couple. But no, you cannot fool me.’
The dog has finished its business. The
master pats on its head. The dog and the master are strolling away, leaving an even longer shadow on the pavement.
‘And
I’m done purring for you, too, old master’. She recollects her memory of an old
master whom she abandoned long ago. She closes her eyes and breathes lightly.
‘What
would life be without freedom, anyway? How it’d been a tormenting bootlicking.
You are just a bunch of incessant despicable fashionable lust. I’m not your
fat-shiny black bauble anymore. I never needed to be. I never will be.’
True, she had made up her
mind in this one thing: It is not only fine ménages that make fine beasts. Better
no rule than a wicked and deceitful rule.
After
hours of unbroken silence, she feels she has enough rest already. She stretches
out and sets off to her next venture quietly. There the black
cat glides
elegantly into the darkest of the night.
RTTb,
6 Februari 2013.
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