i was just thinking about cats last night. im convinced they are smarter than dogs-what self-respecting creature will obey silly humans' every command and run after the stich with enthusiasm? not a cat. never a cat. you got food? yeah ill have that. nooo not that. eww you can have that yourself, ill have a bit of what you got on your plate there. no, really , you dont deserve that. i do. just because im so loovely.

cats have scary eyes. the kind of eyes you dont want to look into for too long. it may be a cute furry thing curled up on your lap, but the eyes are scary, predatory and wild, eyes of someone ready to kill. makes you wonder about who domesticated who. eyes of someone who knows something horrible, secret and hidden, kind of like the eyes of a dead person.

cats who know when you are hurting, inside or out, like they can see your pathetic little human body like an xray machine. cats who can take the pain away with confidence of a brain surgeon. what do they do with this pain?

i wish i could be a cat. beautiful, silent and deadly. leaving headless things on the doorsteps of those who adore me. only if they are good enough. you know, i tried to be a cat when i was little. cats were my best friends. they didnt bully me or tease me. they shared their toys with me, and didnt take mine away. i remember being home alone with my cat and playing with a terrified soggy mouse together. cat who seemed to understand a little human thing with not much talent for being likeable by other humans. little human who tried to be a cat