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A Neko's POV
A Neko's POV - Part I
The world as I see it, is painted in shades of grey...
Here and there a patch of white....Now and then, a bit of black...
But mostly grey like me
Only not as fuzzy and squishy as me
I am not a respectable community member,
As a matter a fact, I'm quite lazy and if I were to listen to what she says, I have a record
And every time I entangle myself between her slender legs, she adds another offense
While savagely kicking me out of the house, nonetheless
Despite my earlier confession I'm very proud of myself.
Of course, this is an understatement
And I'm just being modest.
Wish I'd be self-sufficient, too.
But that's why she's here....
A Neko's POV - Part II
Oh no. I've done it again. Now she'll totally kill me.
"Baka neko!" She shouts while throwing her slipper at me.
I graciously avoid its trajectory and escape unscathed.
Those bunny slippers can be quite a lethal weapon,
Guess I'll sleep with the stars tonight...
And if I'm lucky I'll catch a cold
And she'll feel guilty and she'll stay home
And.... I know what you're thinking
Who wouldn't want to live in my fantasy world?
I'm her consolation prize or maybe it's the other way around (since I can't get any pussycat to like me...)
Probably the latter...'cause she thinks I'm a do nothing good nuisance,
Or so she says. I guess this is what people call tough love
Not a big fan of it myself
But as long as I'm fed and let to shamelessly purr under her careful touch
It's fine by me...
Though don't be fooled by my carefree attitude. The world as I see it, is not a big cheeseball
And certainly it's not made out of wool...
And firemen never come to rescue me when I get stranded in a tree and suffer from vertigo
Or when I choke on a chunk of fur or when I spill the red wine glass on the carpet
And have to run for my life...
A Neko's POV - Part III
There's gotta be crash-course on how to teach a cat, common sense and manners
I mean despite the credit they're giving us or lack thereof, it's not like we're born intellectuals or something
These past few days the mistress's been kinda aloof
And I've been scratching the back of my head to try and remember
What I've done wrong this time
Unfortunately I came to no avail.
I really got spooked when she started crying
You see I was on her lap, all comfy and cozy
And suddenly she gets up and throws the glass aiming straight for the door
And it hit me, not literally of course. The blackish dress, the nose-tinkling perfume, the dim grey fingernails, the high-heeled shoes.
Mental note: Find mistress a mate. But how? Where?
A stray would not be enough for her.
And not to mention: all my good intentions are recipes for disaster.
A Neko's POV - Part IV
As they say: the search's on. Though I have no clue if I'm a good judge of people or not
The plan's fairly simple: Get really lost and than pray to find a decent enough man, to take you home.
A few days later, I succeeded in getting lost since I have no sense of direction whatsoever.
So that was a victory. I also managed to catch a ride home. He seemed generally nice
And I was so sure it was a success. Yet after all my hard effort, nothing happened.
She thanked him and apologized on my behalf, he politely smiled and left.
Apparently she knew him and she called him Father John
Note: Avoid guys with black shirts and white collars.
After the ones I deduced were the postman, the neighbor from five houses down the street,
The fishmonger from the market, her brother Michael, her father Jack, a cop and finally a fireman,
I gave up. I felt so tired, all the strenuous work gone with the wind. I lost my appetite too.
On the other hand, she was doing well. Fantastic actually. As if she'd been plug to a battery charger
And each time one of those gentlemen brought me back, her smile would grow bigger and bigger
'Till she finally burst into laughter and after closing the door
Inquired me, raising an eyebrow: "Are you trying to find mother, a boyfriend?"
Didn't know what that meant though I imagined it was related to the mate matter
She started laughing again, calling me baka and snuggling me
In the weeks that passed, I felt something different on her. A distinct, constant, particular smell
Some nights I was left alone, some days I'd forget to eat and on some occasions I'd even scratch her.
Though she didn't seem to particular mind that.
One day, she put me in a basket and took me to her brother.
No sooner she entered their crib, some annoying brats abducted me from her arms
She said I'd have to stay here for a while 'till everything is set
And that eventually she'll come and take me back.
She was smiling all the time and acting suspicious
As if she was worried I'd figure it out.
Eventually I did. Or maybe I knew it all along and chose to ignore it.
While on something called a honey moon, I got so sick that they had to call her,
Not wanting to have me on their conscience.
The vet had a ridiculous theory related to her absence and how I was so fragile
Good gracious! And they're paying you how much?
But if you were to ask me: I'd have told you that it was the children's fault.
Pulling my tail, my ears and whiskers as if I was a toy.
Those days I was in hell
A Neko's POV - Part V
No sooner they called her, she dashed in a flash, sliding the door right in my face
A tall, dark man soon followed her.
She hold me on her lap, all giddy and glowing
A tad embarrassed, blushing skywards and caressing me ever so slightly
She introduced me to him and he shook my paw.
That night I slept between the two.
The world as I see it, is painted in grey...
Here and there a patch of white....Now and then, a bit of black...
^^
neko's japanese for cat, baka for stupid
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