1. What I, a sleep deprived human being and longtime cat enthusiast, look forward to every day, night and all the times in between, are my bed, which is large, soft, warm, even though it never warms up fast enough for my liking and is therefore conveniently placed right next to the heater, and my cats, uncanny little beast that stomps on my head, scratch my hand, catch my toes, and end up sleeping on my blanket but more probably on my face; I never want to leave when I wake up the next morning.
2. Apropos, cats, or animals in general, but actually just my one cat, the most kind natured, dizziest, and weirdest cat I ever had or met, and whom I love dearly, has, fittingly, an appetite for unusual foods, which I don’t claim to understand or expect cats to want to eat; this refers to confusing food choices like pepper, cucumber, and peas, which the cat smells from the other side of the house, sprints to at unnaturally high speeds, and steals out of my bowl, hand, or mouth with no shame or reluctance, every time, every single time.
3. While I write these lengthy sentences, sitting in a big, comfortable armchair, that is placed in the dark hallway, my cat is watching, creeping, pussyfooting around this isle of sniveling productivity, waiting for me to look at their adorable, fluffy, little bodies, notice their big green eyes and twitching ears, and forget all about my work and their sharp claws for a moment, only to have them attack with their finishing move, a meow so desperate you have to feed them right away, can’t have any distractions!
4. At times I, who is by now an established weird person with even weirder cats, like to watch movies, movies that tend to not be about cats, at all, rather they are about everything that is not a cat, but because my cats, lovely little demons that they are, tend to want attention only when I am focusing on something that is not them while in turn, they do not want attention when I give it to them, watching movies, which I like, turns into watching the cats face, butt, paws, tail, nose, ears, fur, belly, and eventually claws instead.
5. I recently learned, while observing and studying cats, my dominating occupation, that house cats, furry, carnivorous mammals of the felidae family, are fascinated, intrigued, captivated by fire, usually candle light, a combustion reaction that is releasing heat and light while being precariously balanced on the edge of a shelf, just out of reach for pawed individuals, which does not discourage them from engaging, at which point I imagine, just for a moment, what would happen if I do not intervene and in that instant I can see my house burning to the ground.
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