To my dear space cats.
06 May 2016PoeTheWonderCat
As you might have noticed, I'm a little imbalanced. I spend a lot of time plying the black and in doing so I find myself getting rather reflective. I ask a lot of questions and I don't always like the answers. But that's how we learn. And being reflective also helps me see myself and my position relative to the rest of the galaxy. I am a space cat. Incorrect. I am a FOLLOWER of the Space Cat. People get that wrong all the time. I suppose that's just the way it will be. So I AM a space cat. But what does that mean? I follow the tenets of the Meow as best I can. Does that make me a space cat? No, that's just a dogma, or catma... whatever. No, what makes me a space cat, what makes ALL of us space cats is our own special cat-ness. Aloof, grumpy, spaced-out, frantic, defensive, proud... every one of us is different. THAT is what makes us space cats. That and the monthly dues. (Don't be late again Ultra.)
You see, flexibility is our strength and our weakness. We can see things from many points of view and we can be whatever we want. Not chained to one group or way, we are free to explore what makes us purr. I think we forget that sometimes. Cats purr. It shows contentment. Grasping for the top and cursing our flaws will only make us hiss. We could get mad that a rival is taking something away. But that's not the space cat part of us. That's the hooman part. The Space Cat owns nothing and everything. We don't fight for the glory of some emperor or president. We do it to just bat them around for fun, because it makes us purr. We owe them nothing, and they have nothing we want.
If of course you WANT to play their games, go ahead. War and stress are some cats life-blood. (I prefer star light and food-induced comas.) But if you're going to do it, only do it if it makes you purr.