I Am a Cat

I nudge my butler’s nose to say goodbye for now,
And venture out into the world of green grass.

I look at my friend,
who gazes back at me with envious eyes.

But my friend has suddenly lost all strength.
Drooling unexpectedly,
carrying a foul odor upon its worn-out body,
floundering in sheer agony—

I kicked my hind legs in surprise,
and forced myself to face reality.

How hungry you must have been.
How terribly hard it must have been.

I am so sorry. ??

Protected by a butler, I know this much:
The life of humans is gentle and warm.
Because when they are sick, they go to the hospital,
shielded by a system called 'private insurance.'

Yet, another friend of mine,
for the sake of her dying kittens,
bravely walks into the insurance office.
Driven only by a mother's desperate love.

The cat asks the insurance agent:
"Excuse me, is it possible
to sign my kittens up for insurance?"

"Well, Mr. Cat?
Do you have a steady job?
Can you provide proof of income?"

"Yes, I have one.
The 'mice' you humans detest so much—
I have chased them all away."

"We cannot accept that as proof."

"Next customer, please."

Turned away and rejected, the stray cat
looks at her kittens in the distance
and lets out a piercing, desolate cry.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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