A house mate of mine recently adopted a small "ragdoll" cat from the local animal shelter. Being in a household with a Pomeranian mutt whose lack of natural sense and intelligence astounds me to this day as well as the fact that I am a cat person, this was great news. We have had this cat for nearly a month, but I have spent more time than I can count playing with the cream colored cat, whose name is Washington I might add.
On the morning of TU-24, I woke up particularly early for my Ancient Philosophy discussion section and even planned on several questions to bring to the discussion. This is not normally how I treat class or discussions in class, but being on the topic of metaphysics and existentialism aroused several thoughts in my head of subjective reality, morality, and ethics.
I digress.
As I was putting on the seemingly signature gray pants that I usually wear nowadays, Washington was outside of my second story door, meowing feverishly as though something was terribly out of order. Being the compassionate prick that I am, I opted to play with the cat with the intention of settling him down a bit.
To my dismay, this did not work. The cat did not want me to leave him. This was not some insincere act of attention seeking; I am his friend.
There are situations in my life where I realize that what I have to do is not what I should do. So, although the discussion section was important (and even took attendance), I stayed and played with the cat, even though I "had to go".
I did not leave him.
I played with Washington for a about half an hour and he finally seemed at rest. Now, I had no intention of leaving again afterward, but he did something that upset me quite a bit.
After playing with his favorite toy (a small red, metallic ball containing the most awkward noisemaker you could imagine), he slashed at my arms and ankles and ran away. When I say ran away, I mean that I have yet to find him, although I know he is in my house.
This broke my heart though. I had sacrificed some of my time to give to a being that I was so sure wanted it, yet as if conjured from thin air, the being attempted to take it all back.
Perhaps the cat and I will make amends later, but for the time being, I still have my open gashes on my arms and ankles, and although I would consider myself a rather stoic man in most occasions, it did hurt mentally and emotionally.
It took a bit of time to realize what had happened in context. Incidentally, my mother decided to call me after that to check up on my well being. She owns 2 cats herself so I figured she would understand, but after explained the happenings with the cat, the class, and the betrayal, she only paused and said ,"You know what? Thats it..", in a worried, yet angry tone. I asked her what was wrong, but she just said "You're moving with your Auntie and Uncle to Bel-Air". So I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and there were dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought now forget it, "Yo home to Bel-Air". I pulled up to a house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabbie "Yo home, smell you later!" Looked at my kingdom I was finally there to settle my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air
HS
-EVA
On the morning of TU-24, I woke up particularly early for my Ancient Philosophy discussion section and even planned on several questions to bring to the discussion. This is not normally how I treat class or discussions in class, but being on the topic of metaphysics and existentialism aroused several thoughts in my head of subjective reality, morality, and ethics.
I digress.
As I was putting on the seemingly signature gray pants that I usually wear nowadays, Washington was outside of my second story door, meowing feverishly as though something was terribly out of order. Being the compassionate prick that I am, I opted to play with the cat with the intention of settling him down a bit.
To my dismay, this did not work. The cat did not want me to leave him. This was not some insincere act of attention seeking; I am his friend.
There are situations in my life where I realize that what I have to do is not what I should do. So, although the discussion section was important (and even took attendance), I stayed and played with the cat, even though I "had to go".
I did not leave him.
I played with Washington for a about half an hour and he finally seemed at rest. Now, I had no intention of leaving again afterward, but he did something that upset me quite a bit.
After playing with his favorite toy (a small red, metallic ball containing the most awkward noisemaker you could imagine), he slashed at my arms and ankles and ran away. When I say ran away, I mean that I have yet to find him, although I know he is in my house.
This broke my heart though. I had sacrificed some of my time to give to a being that I was so sure wanted it, yet as if conjured from thin air, the being attempted to take it all back.
Perhaps the cat and I will make amends later, but for the time being, I still have my open gashes on my arms and ankles, and although I would consider myself a rather stoic man in most occasions, it did hurt mentally and emotionally.
It took a bit of time to realize what had happened in context. Incidentally, my mother decided to call me after that to check up on my well being. She owns 2 cats herself so I figured she would understand, but after explained the happenings with the cat, the class, and the betrayal, she only paused and said ,"You know what? Thats it..", in a worried, yet angry tone. I asked her what was wrong, but she just said "You're moving with your Auntie and Uncle to Bel-Air". So I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and there were dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought now forget it, "Yo home to Bel-Air". I pulled up to a house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabbie "Yo home, smell you later!" Looked at my kingdom I was finally there to settle my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air
HS
-EVA
Regardless...
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