Yesterday I woke up feeling a bit weird.
The light seemed brighter and when I washed my face, I felt some whiskers above my lips. My first impulse was to rip them off, but later on, as I was walking over the balcony to get a bit of sun, they were very useful to help me keep my balance. I think I should have noticed I was becoming a cat.
The oddest thing was that I never thought, for even a second, that it was absurd. Or, at least to me, it didn’t seem absurd. In fact, it felt normal to put a bowl on the floor and lick my meal from there. My friend, at work, tried to pull the bowl from me and I automatically hissed at him. I guess he didn’t enjoy it, but I didn’t enjoy when he interrupted my afternoon nap, at the balcony. It was so warm there!
Today I woke up and stretched my back, and it felt so great to spend the whole morning licking my fur and my hands - hands? No, no, they are looking more like paws right now –that I didn’t even care to miss work. Why should I work? What should I work for? What’s the point of going out if I have everything I need right here?
I just hope my boyfriend doesn’t mind me being a cat and does not go away. I still need him to clean up my litter box!
And if I can wake up and be a cat, bellydancing in public doesn’t seem so absurd.
And it doesn’t seem so absurd to have grass in one hand and a glove - because of the cold - on the other.
And it most certainly is not absurd when you try a new point of view in life and, just like that!, become a giant!
(A little piece of literature-of-the-fantastic. But what is really absurd nowadays? And it would be so absurd if from now on I decide to be a cat? Or a dog? Or a bird? The outside may still be human-like, but it’s the inside that matters. And why should be any absurd for everyone of us to live up to our desires and thoughts and dreams?)
This was me, Cris, being a cat today. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.
