/lit/ - Literature

I love my cat.

I used to have this distaste for people with pets. I think there is something corrupt and degraded about the relationship that people have with their pets, both for the human and the animal. Humans feel a love for the animal that the animal cannot hope to return. A human cannot tell an animal he loves her in a way that the animal would understand. The human capability for love and the transmission of language is wasted on the animal. And in exchange, the animal is a slave.

I love my cat. She came into my life accidentally. An acquaintance of mine couldn't take care of her anymore. She has seizures every two weeks like clockwork, her spacial acuity is shot, but she knows when I am sad by the tone in my voice. She's eight or nine years old. She has two different colored eyes.

I didn't want to love my cat. I don't think she wants to go outside, but I don't want to hold her hostage. That she doesn't want to go outside makes it all the worse that I'm holding her hostage. It doesn't matter that I love my cat, I'm wasting love that would have gone to waste without her anyway. Can you even waste love? Is there love without a hostage situation?

I hope so.