On the Wings of Hope: Prose (Recognized)

We, the cats

We are cats, and you are people. And what is the difference between our species?

We are, for example, both soft and fluffy – and how rigid can you be?

We truly adore caressing and giving you our love. And do you love other men?

We don't ask much for ourselves – only a place for lodging for the night and a handful of food every day. And something doesn't suffice you eternally.

We trust people a priori – that's why we allow to caress and hug us to even totally unfamiliar men, even though we cannot say that each and every acquaintance meets our cat's temper.

When we are young and fed – we jump, hum and having fun. We simply truly love this life and therefore sometimes we sing from the feeling of our simple cat's happiness. And you, it seems, don't appreciate and value your life at all.

We are extremely diligent and accurate – you can just show us where our toilet is, and from that time on we will we going to piss not under ourselves, but exactly to that aforementioned place. And you have already dirtied the entire world, which is by the way common with us.

We eagerly await the return of those whom we love and welcome them with joyful cries and hum when they return every day – for that reason we climb on hands to snuggle up to them. And you meet relatives with sour expressions on your faces.

We aren't worried by the fact that you do not understand us. And you exhaust yourselves day and night, thinking that no one in this world has a desire to understand you.

At times we bite and scratch, yet this is only a pretense. To tell the truth, we are simply practicing our instincts. And you don't even need to pretend.

When necessary we firmly bear all burdens of out-of-family life as well as cold, hunger and dogs wandering in the district. And you like to give in at the first difficulties.

We never-ever bite each other to death and don't eat our own kittens. And you have filled this world with the blood of your kind.

You call us as smaller brothers, yet you forget of average and senior ones.

It's considered that we do not possess such thing as reason. And you call yourselves as reasonable ones.

We live a life which is several times shorter than one of yours but we are not frightened by that fact. And do you live at all?

We are only the cats. And are you – people?

11.12.2012