
Pluto
Cat Extremist
- Dec 27, 2020
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It's been over a month since I introduced a new policy of always carrying cat treats. I've never walked the streets without them, yet haven't had a cat interaction since that time. I haven't even opened the packet yet.It happened again. I was walking down the street when I was ambushed by a furball demanding neck rubs.
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Kitty must have had an operation or something as a patch of fur was missing on its back. I put down my umbrella so that I could get headbutted repeatedly.
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Eventually, I explained that I had to move on, to which I got meows and trills of objection. But I made a key decision which I followed through with later that day: I bought some treats and will carry them with me in case I get ambushed again.
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Long time no see Grey cat ! I was wondering how you were doing.View attachment 133101
10/10 loaf
Mirrors are not more silent
nor the creeping dawn more secretive;
in the moonlight, you are that panther
we catch sight of from afar.
By the inexplicable workings of a divine law,
we look for you in vain;
More remote, even, than the Ganges or the setting sun,
yours is the solitude, yours the secret.
Your haunch allows the lingering
caress of my hand. You have accepted,
since that long forgotten past,
the love of the distrustful hand.
You belong to another time. You are lord
of a place bounded like a dream.