It’s 4 am, and once more I find myself wide awake, haunted, not by ghosts but by images, hunted, not by demons but by blood-sucking pests, nicotine hits force my eyelids open each minute, and strangely, my thoughts are about… a cat. The cat in the picture.
I’m also thinking about the blood-sucking pests. But mostly about the cat.
Her name is Luna. She looks like a cat, purrs like a cat and has a furry boyfriend with mean whiskers and a stiff tail. But Luna is not an ordinary cat. She’s what I shall call, drum roll please, a felinist. She has adopted a café frequented by dogs because she believes she has as much right to be there as the doggos that come out to play. Luna is a cat on a mission. She fights for a better world, a world where no human should have to choose to be a cat-person or a dog-person. She believes there should be just persons, specifically, humans who will always feed her, pet her, play with her and make a fuss when she disappears. Trees and fences are her vantage points, and from high on up, she carries out her covert operations on dogs so she can learn how to behave like one. And from time to time, she takes polls on whether people can spot any difference between her and the tail-wagging puppers.
Now, about the mosquitos. I have but a few complaints. Firstly, they have utter disregard for privacy. To barge into people’s rooms through shut windows, just to suck a few drops of blood. The nerve! It is spiritual, in a way, how their lives are spent searching for light and drinking the blood of their enemies. Might make for a good fantasy thriller. And they are suspiciously political in nature. Sneak attacks, maim but spare life (unless it can’t be helped), strength in numbers. Makes me wonder who hired them and what the agenda is. But never mind all that. As far as I’m concerned, I only want the customer care number. I need to report a privacy violation.