D-735, Ground Floor, CR Park 7th December
There's a cat right under the car-wash outside the door warbling away in a loud, sad voice. It's an entreating voice, almost like a baby's. It is almost sentient. The voice wants to be let in. It wants people to notice, make a fuss. Why? Because the owner of that voice thinks he deserves it. He's not a dog who will try his best to ingratiate himself, or even act friendly, just to get attention. The cat will stalk about, sit on the sofa, shamelessly forage for food. In short, do pretty much as he pleases. It's his territory right? He doesn't care what humans think they deserve from this relationship! This is his corner of the world and he wants it. But he can't get in by himself. He is, after all, too fat and lazy to be able to climb up the vine to the first floor balcony, as his children do. He has to be let in. The voice has stopped. I think he's wandered off or is chasing a mouse. He'll be back, shortly, like an erring alcoholic!
Naughty Boy
There's a cat right under the car-wash outside the door warbling away in a loud, sad voice. It's an entreating voice, almost like a baby's. It is almost sentient. The voice wants to be let in. It wants people to notice, make a fuss. Why? Because the owner of that voice thinks he deserves it. He's not a dog who will try his best to ingratiate himself, or even act friendly, just to get attention. The cat will stalk about, sit on the sofa, shamelessly forage for food. In short, do pretty much as he pleases. It's his territory right? He doesn't care what humans think they deserve from this relationship! This is his corner of the world and he wants it. But he can't get in by himself. He is, after all, too fat and lazy to be able to climb up the vine to the first floor balcony, as his children do. He has to be let in. The voice has stopped. I think he's wandered off or is chasing a mouse. He'll be back, shortly, like an erring alcoholic!
Naughty Boy
