In The Eyes Of A Cat

[JamiPozcord]

If a dog wrote my biography, he'd probably say I'm his best friend. If a cat wrote it... I'd barely appear as "the human who opens the cans." After living with one for years, I have to admit that you are absolutely right.
Before having a cat I thought that pets were for company. How innocent he was. A cat does not keep company; a cat supervises. He decides when you are worthy of five seconds of affection and when you should be completely ignored, even if you have been calling him for ten minutes in the most ridiculous voice a human being can invent. The funny thing is that you end up accepting those rules without realizing it. With a dog the relationship seems simple. You come home and it's like you've returned from a twenty-year war. Jump, wag your tail, bring toys, run around the house and celebrate that you simply exist.
With a cat it is different. You arrive after eight hours away and he raises his head just to check that you haven't died... and goes back to sleep. That's all the welcome protocol.And yet, one feels loved. Cats have a special talent for turning any expensive object into a cheap toy. You buy a fancy bed. Sleep in the box. You buy him a huge scratching post. Prefers the sofa. You buy him an electronic mouse with lights. They chase a bottle cap for three hours. It's as if they enjoy proving that our economic decisions are completely meaningless.
Another of their abilities is to appear exactly where they are most in the way.
If I'm reading, they sit on the book. If I work on the computer, the keyboard magically becomes their favorite bed. If I clean the floor, they discover that is the best time to go around the house leaving footprints. It's not a coincidence. I am convinced that there is a secret university where all cats learn these techniques. And then there is this habit of running as if an invisible ghost were chasing them. It is three in the morning.The whole house is asleep. Suddenly I hear a roar. They run from one end to the other, skid around corners, hit a chair, make something fall that had been perfectly accommodated for months... and five minutes later they go back to sleep with a tranquility that provokes envy.
Meanwhile, I'm still awake trying to figure out if a thief broke in or if the cat simply remembered unfinished business. The funniest thing is that they never apologize. They don't even consider it.
They also possess a strange sense of ownership. Everything in the house belongs to them. Your chair, your pillow, your blanket, your freshly washed black clothes.Especially your black clothes. Because if there is a universal law, it is that no cat will pass up the opportunity to cover it with enough hair to make another whole cat. And when you finally decide to ignore it... There it appears. It climbs onto your chest, starts purring, gives you a little bump with its head and, without saying a single word, makes you forget all the pranks it did during the day. That's his real superpower. Dogs conquer with enthusiasm. Cats conquer with indifference. And, somehow, that strategy works incredibly well. I have had the opportunity to live with other pets, but none of them possess that mix of elegance, arrogance, clumsiness, intelligence and audacity that a cat has. They are capable of calculating a perfect two-meter jump... and five minutes later get trapped inside a paper bag. They can ignore you all day and, just when you're sad, silently appear to lie next to you as if they know exactly what you need. Maybe that's why they never try to seem perfect.
They are simply cats, and we, without realizing it, end up adapting to their schedules, their whims and their strange rules.Because, in the end, you think you adopted a cat. Until you understand reality.It was the cat who adopted us. I think if cats could read this article, they'd probably look at it for a few seconds, yawn... and then sit on the keyboard to stop you from posting it. That would also be very like them.