A cat's eye view

The door:

Standeth between me and yon rabbit with the seductive hop. If only I could pounce upon that fluffy cotton tail, chase it through the tall grass, roll with it in the dandelions.

It keepeth me from chasing the squirrel with the bushy tail and the birdies with their quick bright eyes. How can it be right to separate me from such tantalizing delights?

Damn the door, damn the door, damn the door.

My mother, the big one whose fur is missing, bringeth me large green ferns that swing and twirl outside my window. I watch them grab at the birds I am not allowed to touch and she goes out to give them long drinks of water from her little pitcher. But am I allowed to pet them? Can I join in their dervishes?

No, I cannot. No, I cannot. No, I cannot.

The small white hisser in the bathroom taunts me with its stillness. Yea though I sit by this creature for hours on end. It will not play with me. I pounced on it once and it's bowels fell out. Small hard and shiny with no scent at all, they  rolled across the floor, but did it acknowledge me?

No, it did not. No, it did not. No it did not.

Mother prepares a food mat before me and my bowl runneth over. Surely she cannot expect me to sup from the floor like a lowly animal.

She cannot. She cannot. She cannot.

Surely she must understand that I am a jealous cat and when she has no other interests before me, I will crawl upon her lap and allow her to love me forever more.

Acat. Acat. Acat.