My cats lead a boring yet comfortable life.
They miss the back yard where they used to explore, play and chase critters away. It has been three years since we moved to le petit apartment. They don’t like it.
One highlight of their day is going on the balcony to watch birds, catch a few rays and sniff the fresh air (that’s when the weather is cooperative). Often one of the humans has to watch them in case the dumber one tries to chase an elusive bird into a nearby tree.
Sometimes they like to get high. Occasionally, I will give them a wee bit of catnip, pinch and sprinkle it on their toys and play structures. They have a good time with licking it up, snorting it then chasing each other around like fools.
It is entertaining yet sad.
I wish I could give them a decent home with a secluded back yard of grass and trees, without worrying about them prancing along a balcony railing, killing songbirds or running onto the street.
I wish high school mates and bad boy crushes had smart friends with them when they chose to alter their reality while driving or partying at a high-rise apartment.
I wish that family and friends wouldn’t go online while under the influence of drugs or alcohol. Don’t let the Captain do your driving or composing mail messages.
What a waste that happens when people get wasted. Feelings get hurt. Relationships become bruised. Old wounds fester. Lives are shattered.
Thanks for dropping by and treading lightly while the Tabby recovers.