beebo wallace
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Some people learn to live the way a cat lives.
A cat doesn’t confuse the routine offering of a can of tuna for a claim of undying affection. It accepts the tuna and enjoys it; it looks forward to the next can of tuna, but if it doesn’t come—well, it accepts that too. A cat sleeps when it can, takes its pleasure when it can, sharpens its claws when necessary. A cat keeps itself to itself, never revealing all its secrets, is content to stay and content to go and doesn’t bother itself with irrelevancies.
Cats are realists. Cats are Zen monks. Cats are unrepentant whores. Cats are poets whose poems are writ in purrs and scratch marks. Cats are dancers and comedians, but not for any audience other than themselves. Cats are hermits who never surrender their solitude.
Some people learn to live the way a cat lives. Sometimes— rarely—with the same grace.
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