Independent Creatures

Cats are such independent creatures. I really admire them for that. I wish I could learn how to do that. Maybe that's why I've always owned dogs. I can relate more to them. They have a neediness to be loved. Cats, on the other hand, act as though they've done you a great favor if they acknowledge your presence.

I've never been around cats that much. My grandmother had some when I was small. I know a few people who have cats and, thus, I know a few cats. They seem to like me okay. I mean, they don't hiss at me. Annabelle, especially, hisses at everyone. But not me. I suspect it's because she doesn't think I'm worth the trouble. I just talk with her like I would anyone else. I think she believes I've lost my mind. She's probably right.

Cats never expect anything so I doubt they're ever really disappointed. They get mad sometimes, I'm sure. Humans always let them down. It's how we're made. But somehow I suspect cats expect it and somehow take it all in stride. Something else I admire.

I doubt cats ever grapple with forgiveness and letting go. It's something that just comes naturally to them. They're probably much happier for it. It's a lesson I really need to learn. Letting go and getting on with life. Knowing that people disappoint us just as we disappoint them.

This artwork was done on an old kitchen cabinet door. I know. That's one of my favorite surfaces right now. The "frame" is made from wood scraps. It's a pickled cypress so it has holes in it. I like the uniqueness of it. Maybe I should get a cat. They're pretty unique too.

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