i am a cat

i don’t come running to you because

i don’t really miss you much.

i’m not a pet.

i don’t like being touched.

i’m wild. i’m a hunter. i can find my own food.

i don’t make demands over your time.

i don’t smell.

i don’t need to be bathed.

i hate dirty toilets.

yes, i like to have my own toilet.

and i like the feeling

that there’s enough food around for me.

i know there are psychoanalysts

who slot people as selfish if they love me and

caring & warm if they love dogs.

the basic truth is deep down,

you humans like being needed.

you humans can’t imagine an existence where you are a by-the-way.

well to me you are and always will be.

it’s not an agenda i made, it’s just the way i am.

i don’t hate dogs.

they’re not so important that i should have an opinion about them.

i just wish they had a little more dignity.

a little more independence.

a little less smell.

anyway. coming back to me.

sorry but i don’t need you.

i know that frustrates you.

i don’t care if you understand me.

or misunderstand me.

who’re you anyway.