Kittys be like...

Kittys be like fluffy and funny
Kittys be like playful and silly
Very often kittys be like sleeping
Often they be independent
Unless they want something from you.
Then they come and they purr, and you kshhh them, but they don’t be offended.
Then they get it and you can go fuck your self.
Kittys be like really fucking neapsikrov;s.
You call me kitty.
Am I like kitty?
Like fluffy funny independent piece of neapsikrov;s.
Kittys don’t cut their paws and don’t drink Xanax six times more than prescribed to just turn off their fucking feelings and sleep a dead sleep.
Kittys have simple feelings. They like to play, to chase a laser or feather, they like to kill their prey, and often they like to play with it before killing. They stalk a mouse and give her an illusion of breaking free. They let her run, but not far enough. Then they catch her again. They play with their food until one final hit with a paw that breaks mouse’s neck. Sometimes they don’t even eat it. Just cut her open with tiny pink guts spread on the floor, little puddle of blood and eyes forever open. I wonder if mice have emotions. What they feel before this final hit. Do they still hope to break free? Do they accept their fate and renounce all their possessions, like Buddhists? No wishes - no pain. No possessions - no pain. So can a mouse die happy having nothing? What does this mouse even live for? For here little mouse children or the instinct to have more of them?
And most importantly, why don’t mice stalk cats? Food chain, you might say, too small, not a predator. What would you think being caught by a lion? No, wrong question. What would you think seeing a lion approaching?
Mice run. They run as fast as they can to their burrows, and sometimes, maybe even often, they win.
I’m not a kitty. I’d like to think i am. But feeling caught and feeling escaping through some narrow loopholes. It gives me hope, I escape one trap, but this kitty sees me from above, with powerful claws he blocks my path to escape. I run other way, and wow, looks like exit. But this kitty is still here. Maybe one day I will see the real exit, his attention will get distracted and I will run as fast as I can to my safe burrow. Maybe.
But maybe this cat will wait for me to come out and god help me then. Or maybe not. Who knows?
Are kittys bad? They are fluffy and funny and silly. They like to play with feathers and come sleep to my bed saying murrmurr. I love cats.
Are mice bad? No. They are tiny and funny, and have their eyes like little buttons and they chew their food like cutie pies they are.
But they are just on opposite sides.