Oh, big whoop, said the cat,
because I will not act like a dog.
I have decided this is the reason
a dog is a man’s best friend:
the dog, desperate & naive
—what a twit, thought the cat.
Oh, big whoop, the cat remarked,
here we go again, another man
is mad at me for not doing
as he wants, when he wants.
Observing the man, the cat prepared
for his show. “Why don’t you beg
for my love as the dog does?”
the man screamed. “Why don’t you
follow me around as the dog does?”
the man shouted. “Why don’t you
do what I say as the dog does!”
the man yelled. “CAN’T YOU
JUST SIT!” the man, red in the face,
cried, as he fell to the sofa.
Oh, big whoop, here it is again,
smirked the cat, always the same scene.
Picking at my fur with spiteful words,
the wrath of a glass ego, sighed the cat.
The man, boiling & soured, growled
at the cat. His eyes explored for flaws to
scorn the cat. His eyes probed for traits to
degrade the cat. His eyes scanned for mistakes to
humiliate the cat. How do I break the cat?
he thought. The cat smiled, knowing it was
always the same game. “Why can’t you just be
weak?” the man whispered, words aching
The cat jumped to the sofa arm, where
the man laid. “Why don’t you,” avowed the cat,
yawning, looking at the man, “appreciate what
I am as I am. You’re the one who wanted a cat.”
The cat, drawing its paw to clean the torn fur,
continued, “Have you not learned, you cannot own
a cat.” The man, irritated, stared at the cat as
his eyes seethed with passionate disapproval.
The cat resumed, “You see, the cat goes
where the cat wants to go. The cat eats
what the cat wants to eat. The cat sleeps
where the cat wants to sleep, & the cat
loves who the cat chooses to love.”
The man rolled to the side of the sofa
& stared at the floor. The cat stretched & arched
it’s back & pounced to the hardwood. Sitting in
front of the man, the cat purred, “Have you
not learned, the more you try to mold me &
control me, the further I run. I have already left
a country, & maybe next time, I’ll leave the
planet.” The man glared, his ego now impotent.
Oh, big whoop, the cat reiterated as it
walked away to go lay in the sun. The same
violin, the same song. & the man, he got up,
& went & adopted a rescue dog.
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