When i was a Blind Cat.


When I was a blind cat I fell in love with a dog.

We had to keep it quiet and we met carefully on rooftops.
He hated that.
I loved the way i heard him chase his tail, and I loved the way i sensed him watching me as i cleaned my whiskers when i knew.
He knew.
I couldn’t see.
Sometimes when my experienced feline patience payed off. I would catch him a mouse.
He never understood.
I would pretend not to be upset for as long and for as much as i could.
When he was feeling ill I would know because his nose would be dry has he muzzled my ears.
When I was feeling low he would lick my face and know as he tasted my tears.
I would spend hours listening to him gnawing a bone. I might have liked this a little, but i never understood why he did it.
Sometimes I wanted to be alone in my darkness and i knew he would pretend he wasn’t hurt.
When we had a play fight my instincts would take over and i would scratch his nose.
He hated that.
He asked one day why I did it?
I said because i’m a cat.
A blind cat.
But i knew that he knew that.
When we parted I was sad, I said I’m sure we can make it work.
But inside i can see.
And inside i saw that he loved me.
Enough to know he couldn’t be the one.
That saw things the way i do.
On our last day i made him chase me up a tree.
He asked why i made him do it.
I said.
Don’t you see ❤️

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