So I have befriended the neighborhood cat. It's a cute little thing. Grey all over, subdued stripes on it's tail. Pretty friendly too. I've nicknamed him "Proletariacat". A little bit of humor from rereading 1984.
I comment on this because cat and I have some sort of understanding. I feed him every so often. Oftentimes in the evenings, when I go outside for the occasional cigarette break, he's waiting there for me. He looks up an meows plaintively as if inquiring about my day. I'll go inside then and grab him something to eat. I sit there and watch him eat while I smoke a cigarette. After he's finished, he'll come up and nuzzle me, as if thanking me. He then lays down in my lap. That's his side of the bargain. We are two creatures, virtually alone in the world, drifting between survival and love. I now understand why people like cats.
I comment on this because cat and I have some sort of understanding. I feed him every so often. Oftentimes in the evenings, when I go outside for the occasional cigarette break, he's waiting there for me. He looks up an meows plaintively as if inquiring about my day. I'll go inside then and grab him something to eat. I sit there and watch him eat while I smoke a cigarette. After he's finished, he'll come up and nuzzle me, as if thanking me. He then lays down in my lap. That's his side of the bargain. We are two creatures, virtually alone in the world, drifting between survival and love. I now understand why people like cats.
