Now Momma, she thinks she knows plenty about plenty….maybe she does….but she is clueless about my role in the Big Bad World once I leave the security of her property behind.
It goes something like this…..I cross the street, slip under the fence in to the long grass, bushes morph in to a forest and I am, ‘Free at Last.’ Just down the hill runs the creek, engineered to prevent flooding since a hurricane tore through so many years ago, sweeping up all the Two Footed and the Four Footed, in its path. I mean, I wasn’t here but Baby Mama’s pass on the tales… ‘Be vigilant…be very vigilant.’ Of course, that is the rare, once in a lifetime occurrence. It is the day in, day out hardships and treachery we face that make us living proof that things are not always the way they look…..which begs the question, why, if I could live in peace full-time, do I choose a Danger Zone?
Like a relationship gone bad in today’s society….it’s complicated. Is it like an addiction to wild life, or the fear of breaking the Oath and Pledge sworn in innocence long before I knew there was something like food, shelter and ♥?
Still I can’t give up my family…my Kitty Club Med, Momma and Wonder Boy. The world turns cold and bleak (and hungrier) without them. This living a double life will be the death of me!
When I wear the Feral Cat Cap, I am on constant alert for enemies that come in many forms from insidious ticks, fleas, or animal traps set by evil Four Footed Antagonists. Then there are the masochistic cats to Forest Freaks (aka a mixture of hungry, deadly beasts) and the hungry, fearsome coyotes, that are always on the outlook for fast food, (served without cutlery). Trust me, that is not the part of the job I miss when I am sitting in the sun on Momma’s deck.
No, it is like in the Game of Thrones, the Oath I have taken, the Pledge I have vowed, ‘I am the shield that guards the realms of the Feral. I pledge my life and honor to the Day’s and Night’s Watch, for this time and all the time to come.’ And so, although I am not a large Tom Cat, I am ferocious enough to win against roving males, which endears me to the Mama Cats and kittens.
Night after lonely night, I guard the entrance to our Cat Colony which consists of several female felines and the kittens they bring forth.
My most important job happens when a Mama Cats goes hunting and I am left in charge of my own sweet little kittens. I have been known to join in the play, quell the unruly and break up the fights after which we all fall asleep in a tumble, waiting for Mama Cat to return. And if a Tom Cat can not uphold his Oath and Pledge , what use is he to this mixed up, muddled up, shook up world… (like my Lola)?
So. I am looking for some answers here. Should I forget the Kitty Club Med, Momma and Wonder Boy, the easy life for the Danger Zone? Or can I justify breaking the Oath and Pledge to have food, shelter and love?
Or you think I should continue my Secret Agent Cat Man existence? A cat who leads a life of danger…To everyone he meets he stays a stranger….Thanks Johnny River…..you SO understood!!
Something has got to give…pray it’s not me!
