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Stressed out again I soothe
my conscience by watching a cat
play with a spider she has just
caught. She bats it around and
when it realizes it has run out of
room to hide it curls itself up into
a ball and pretends to be dead.
The cat is miffed, as its' toy is no
longer playing by the rules. Patiently
she sits there and watches as the
spider slowly uncurls all eight
legs and decides to make a run for
it. Once it moves the cat is quick
to pounce and the ballet begins
once again. The game continues until
the cat gets bored and in one bite
she chews the spider up and it is gone
forever. With what can only be
considered a smile on her cat face she
ambles off in search of some other
prey, the poor spider quickly forgotten.
While it was curled up in a ball on
the hardwood floor, did it rue the fact
that it had ventured out at that exact
moment without the ability to check and
see if there was a cat around,
probably not!
Did it for one moment think about
its life and maybe come up with
some better ideas on how it could
have done things differently?
When did the spider realize that the
game was over and that its' next
destination would be a cat's stomach
where death would come quickly
mixed in with water, Performatrin
and chicken-flavored Temptations?
What had it left behind and how many
flies were caught in the abandoned
web it had left, useless now unless a
scavenger spider happened by which was
more than quite possible
Maybe it was old and it had ventured
out to die anyway and I
should not have become so worried about it.
I'm sure I kill one or two spiders
every night just by walking to the bathroom
in the dark.
The bells are ringing now, death tolls
a little late for the adventurous
spider who took the wrong turn at the
wrong time only to run into a bored
cat that couldn't appreciate the life
force in such a small
A cold, calculating killer
disguised as a lovable creature.
Who doesn't love a cat? But don't leave
your mice alone.
MCC
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