Pass The Milk, Whiskers

Through a lack of fur and the confidence that I'm always followed by a tail, I'm not a card-carrying member of the feline species. Personality traits so closely confirm that possibly, we could be great friends.

Exploration. My memory is sharp and on form; I remember where I've been, what I've seen, and what I've heard. I could recite an entire conversation without hassle, of course you wouldn't understand the words coming out of my mouth. You'd smile down at me, patronisingly, and tell me how wide my eyes are or how nicely my fur frames my face. 

Curiousity couldn't touch me, I'm discreet with my information. The trouble it takes one human to confide in another is huge, only something so used to being unattended and not listened to can comprehend the frustration of wanting to share your opinion and being shooed aside. When confided it, with all the energy it's taken, why misplace trust by passing on information? A secret is a secret, whether you share it or not. Gossip, on the other hand, is pointless. A harmful choice of confidence boosting - why? When a ***** is bitched, the source takes all energy to ensure the subject is not in earstretch. I wouldn't repeat anything, unless it was beyond the boundaries of bitchiness, but neither would I lie/deny if asked. But like I say, who the **** cares what I think? I'm a cat.

I like the freedom of independance, having not to whine that I'm not constantly with a person at my hip. Take a walk, step by step, a thought entwined with a well-balanced opinion. Explore and accept. But that doesn't mean I'm not invunerable; I like the feeling that someone's there to pull a splinter from my paw, or someone I can curl up to and purr.

Deception is a game that requires perspective. My ability to conceal emotion only goes as far as how well you might know or understand a mind that functions in a way such as mine. Ideally, we all want someone who understands, and won't ask questions. Someone who knows the emotion, and just how to get you through it, without patronising or upsetting you further.

I'm not so sure those people exist.

The life of a cat, the life of a girl: they entwine greatly, that's all I've learnt. From this all I take away is the knowledge that you can't change anything, not even who you are. But if you care for someone, you try.

But who am I to tell you how to live your life? I'm the cat you've never even noticed strolling down your street before.
vulcanite vulcanite
18-21, F
Jul 26, 2010