I’m waiting for you… To make the first move… I’m biding my time… Just waiting it through…
I’m playing the game… That we play so well… I’ve played it before… So have you, I can tell.
You’re gorgeous as ever… Not effected by me… Stars in the night-light… We ♥ being free…
We relate to each other… As narcissists do… Must score every win… To our own self be true…
So hang on to your hat…You’re in for a ride… Neither like losing… Taking bets on both sides….
I, Hush Hush Sweet Charlotte (Charlie) was born a Worrier…not a Warrior…and that is where my trouble began…because if you are a little feral calico kitten…born out in the wilds…or in an industrial landscape, where you dodge tractor trailers and beeping lift trucks to survive, (as in my case), it is much more practical to have been born a Warrior.
But me…not so much. My talent lies in skulking…knowing what is going on when, where, how, without the outside world even knowing they are under surveillance…like a silent ninja, observing, yet never engaging their target. The unsympathetic may categorize me as a stalker but that is a short sell because…I am also obsessive…especially once I decide you are on my team.
Take Cat Mandu, who bewitched me, by taking me under her motherly wing, then isolating me from the rest of the household, somehow feeding my paranoia about the world in which we lived, encouraging my fear of going outside…meanwhile, Cat Mandu depended on me to alert Momma every time she didn’t return from her nightly stroll on time. True story…Worrier that I was, only time I would come upstairs and meow at Momma was when Cat Mandu needed to be let back in. Otherwise I was the Phantom of the Opera Basement Cat.
Things didn’t work out so well for Little Cat Mandu…the Pink Cloud to Paradise ferried her to Heaven and I had to regroup…I needed a replacement on my team…Momma always fed me, talked in a soft voice to me, combed me…when I let her…she’d do. And she did…do. I even got in to both her and wonderful Wonder Boy grooming me…I started to relax and be the kitty cat God made me to be. Now I had two Two Footed and myself to worry about and keep in my good graces.
I tell you, I don’t know when this happened…To me Diva Calico Gen (not a fighter but Street Smart) and Bad Boy Andy were Warriors…no need to worry about them…but our sweet Puppy Dog Senorita Jakita who is always gentle with me…she didn’t realize it but somewhere along the way, she melted my reserve and I started caring about her well-being, worrying if she was not fed on time or left a minute too long in the back yard…in the dark….
So I run back and forth to alert Momma….get with it…already (sometimes Momma’s lights are on…but she’s not home). Lucky for me (and Jakita), Momma is quick on catching the rebounds I send her.
Some pass through this world without even knowing their purpose but not me….Worrying is what I do best….and when you’re on my team, NO WORRIES… I got you covered!
