Day: May 11, 2009

I realize I’m talking about cats most of the time. What to do? Cats are owning my brain.
I was taking a walk earlier, and I always take the same route, because there’s not great variety of available choices here. There’s always this big white cat outside a wooden door near home I like to observe whenever I can, and this cat is beautiful but it it also looks very miserable. It’s an albino, with one blue eye and the other green, but so very pale it’s not easy to tell they’re not the same color, at least if you don’t look carefully. The nose and the inner part of the ears and also the paws are of a lovely fair pink that make it seem they’re made of confetti. The expression the cat has is just amazing: a mix of resentful and astonished, with just a hint of pitiful. I cannot tell if it’s a she or a he, as the cat doesn’t trust strangers enough to let them check… Well, to tell the truth, today it demonstrated a little bit of friendliness and for the first time ever it came closer, but it’s still not friendly enough for more. Anyway, this cat is awesome, it’s so big and it has the thickest bushiest wildest fur ever attached to a feline specimen. But the poor thing has seen better days. Months ago I remember it was as clean and as white as a plush before you get it out of the toy store. Now it’s quite some time that I always see it wandering in the courtyard of the house where I suppose it lives, but it always stays on the outside, on the doorsteps or behind some vase, it doesn’t look like somebody actually gives a damn where it is or what it does. And the fur looks weird. First of all it’s dirty in several points. The craziest spot of grey dirt is on the forehead, like somebody rubbed a piece of charcoal on it, and it makes the cat look like it has a mohawk or something. Also, some patches of fur are hanging down the animal’s body like they’re going to fall down at any moment, so the animal looks a bit like a trashy carpet somebody has thrown away. I just wonder… what transformed a cat whose looks were like those of a TV commercial into some wrecked creature? And it looks so malnourished when it used to look the symbol of all feline luxurious life. I was tempted to give it some food, but what if the owners get mad? What if I make things worse? What if the cat is actually a crazy thug, hence its pitiful look and mohawk and everything else? And most importantly, why can’t I mind my own businesses just for once?