On mousing

Urban cats don't have real jobs, unfortunately. Our main responsibilities in life are to purr, sleep and be persnickety. I find that job description rather limiting at times. As a cat who was literally raised on Kierkegaard and Proust, purring seems like a rather mundane raison d'etre. Sometimes I need to do something meaningful, like chasing mice, but we don't have any real mice around here. I only have toy mice stuffed with cat nip. Yummy! I just cannot help myself, I do enjoy tossing my furry little toy mice around, especially the ones with the rattles inside them. They are especially fun in the middle of the night when everybody is sleeping (except me). And the catnip, so habit forming. Sometimes I think I need rehab. The Tom and Jerry Rehab center is booked, as usual, with my catnip-addicted pals. I'm tired now. I think I'll purr for a little while and then take a nap in the window sill.

Remember: Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards. That's Kierkegaard, you know.