Saturday, August 04, 2012

Cataclysm

Someday, all cats die. This is truth, and it is heartbreaking. The Ancient Egyptians made it an element of religion and elevated the cat-goddess to supremacy. Bastards.

But all cats die, and their passing, whether mourned or unmourned, weakens the fabric of the world. Even the birds keep silent when one of the least of our brethren passes, for the cat holds the tissue of the universe in its paw; the cat, unlike the dog, chose to follow Adam and Eve into exile because they needed companionship.

I will miss my cat when he's gone, as I have done every other cat I've known.

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