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Spotted cat
personals [ Thoughts ]
Hate me today...

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by [Cathy ]

2007-11-27  |     | 

I met this spotted cat once. You could tell when she hated and when she loved. But wait, could you tell? I don’t know anymore.
Did you ever imagine melted chocolate dripping on the skin? I saw that. The first time. I felt dizzy. I guess no matter how amazing people are sometimes you just met this special person that stands out from the world.
And yes, you could tell love and hate. You could tell passion, uncertainty, problems, solutions, ideas, feelings, needs and most importantly, you could tell understanding.
Was the cat smart enough to get what the world is giving or should she trick everybody and live by self made rules? Would she survive the cruel world or would the world fall at her “paws” and ask for understanding?
I guess the cat won… I know right this very moment that nobody could fight with the spotted cat, always had to be right, always had to be superior to the rest. And yes, I feel so strange. Because I still think about the spotted cat, sometimes in dreams sometimes with eyes wide-open.
Will I ever see the spotted cat again? Probably not. Probably it will only stay in my memories and my dreams. Magic.
Cats have such a strange behaviour and this one in particular. Some times I felt like the spotted cat might actually love me or at least like me and some times the spotted cat just hated me with all her power. The reason: I was a cat myself.
Well the spotted cat was wrong, I am not a cat and probably I will never be one. I don’t have enough guts to act like a cat. I don’t know how to hate or love with the intensity the spotted cat does. I am always afraid of what the world thinks and does. Deep down inside the spotted cat felt that and maybe this is why it didn’t feel threatened by me.
How did I put it: but the satisfaction resurrected her…
So what is it going to be spotted cat? Hate me or love me? Curious now?
Hate me today…

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