! A Life In The Day Of

It was a late, late night; a wild, wild night; primitive urges which people might never have suspected of you demanding to be slaked, and slaked and slaked and slaked again copulation and population meeting more than once in ways no way related to planned parenthood but that’s already in the distant past – the nights are your own; the day belongs to others; it’s morning now; you open an eye or two; stretch luxuriously without a hint of shame; then a quick grooming – the fancy stuff can wait til later.. and deal with what your inside wants to put outside.. maybe a quick stroll in the garden before or after breakfast to see what’s new; a few moments to collect yourself; then the business of the day which seems to consist largely for you, of satisfying the needs of those strange and otherly human beings with their irrational urges for love, pleasure, consolation, power, control - compensation for the burden of being a human being… you do your best to doze through this farrago; you might call it life’s office politics if you knew what that phrase meant but you’re a cat, and know no other life.