Cat

This one's actually about a prostitute...

Surely, you must have seen it. Never jest at it or else it will mock you. And how does one barrage a mocking from a pair of ballooned up disks that taper to an impish nose? Many have tried to get rid of it. Oh dear, how could anybody possibly try to get rid of it? If it be too cluttered, maybe or if it repeatedly screeches at the sight of somebody’s probably pimpled face. To what end but to get rid of many a merry atmosphere of cute! I am certain that you have, at least once, caught a glimpse of that bush of furry and at one point been greatly amused with the curious expansion of its pupils. Wee little steps, it takes. Ever so quiet and it will fit you with a surprise purring and rubbing at your ankles. You must have been tickled before, have you not? Been introduced to that uncanny phenomenon called cat.

Once strolled I along the sidewalk of a busy street and there I saw cat. It was at the foot of stair steps to a gate of a tenement house. Blend it did with the scheme of the scene. All concrete and tin with clothes hanging from wires in a cubist pattern, graffiti on the headlines. Hid beneath the boards, it did streaked with sunbeams. Its eyes were blinking at the wheels of a passing train, petrified by its sound. Must it be so coy at the rumbling? Methinks not. For it kept in-check the finesse it doth carry like a courtesan, none the common. So perched on the rock it squinted and lay its head low, bid the freight farewell.

For a penny, cat walks the night. Behind dumpsters foul, skimming the dark alleys. The pleasantest sight is the gleaming of a lamp post that to cat must be the nearer moon. So it turns its face to the light past the fog to ponder, with clandestine curiosity that comes with the breed. To your eyes, inquisitive it might seem. Thinks it does on its Being, partial to the thoughts of men, Husserl and Heidegger. Cat "Dasein" reveals itself however, bracketed. But dwell not on the thought of limit as cat dwells on, to be familiar with and to use the world’s gears. Use it does, as it is used. Wearily does Heidegger disappoint by chucking humans up onto a pedestal. But cat is well as it looks up to the moon sans thought. And as William Butler Yeats didn’t say: It being cat, has only its body. It has spread its body under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on its body.

How sweetly does it purr and curl up, to stiffen your edge, to jump you to dear happiness! You have before been tingled by cat, I suppose. Merry does the tingle amuse it. Its ears tuck down and it winks with both eyes. So rub it does for you, all couched and lazy. It licks your toes through whiskers, fluffied up. It arches its back and languidly stretches out, spreads out. Cat that has round eyes that plead cutely, is asking for snuggles. It wants a cuddling so graze it with your fingers and muffle the bush. Stroke it with your palm swift to the belly and into a slow. But mind your manners, mister. Cat is picky and feline as it is, it would stow away to another, sly and shifty. Because mind you, cat sells.

To the gleeful harking of many, cat draws itself. Come here, cat. With finger snaps and shiny bait. So grease and grime itself it does, with many a wealthy hand. White-gloved or bare on its velveteen mane, the same hands that hand over the pay. Uh! Uh! Cat goes bounce and pounce. To the fashion, it dives and takes all it could take. It loves the tasty treats! Minding not and never asking why. It never asks why, it only does. Shakes its tail to beckon the awe. Spirits it does its paws and springs to the spice with a mischief for good gifts, carrying the rotten stench of joyful meows. Therefore it takes to the stomach the sixpence. But if the petting nay please it, goodbye it greets and off to the next.

I must have seen it again, one yellow noon, bearing a cuckold’s frolic in its furry cheeks. May it be so quiet that it had turned into a ball, resting on a pile of newspapers. And dream it did of the sailing, through wondering eyes. I thought it be searching for its place. Not in the neighborhood, but in the world. When no man looked, it sighed with a breath that carried it by the nape as it carried the load of too much a deciphering. Watched I in awe of cat. It glued its gaze to space and with a flashing, turned to me. Straightened its spine, it did, at the sight of me. Lifted its chin up and walked away, gracing the floor with proud strides and perky cheers with a distinctly cunning facade.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Chris]

"Once strolled I" - a unique start. There are several places within your write I could question for correctness, but the overall effort was very well delivered and with wry twists and turns throughout. You teased well with clarity and a maturity beyond a 17 yr old's normal ability or insight. The philosophical references fit ...another point towards higher learning.

Cat"Dasein"reveals lack the spaces between words. "lamp post" is one word.
"fluffied" or fluffed? "But my mind your manners" - my just doesn't belong here.

[BLACK PRINCE]

This is a beautiful portrayal of a common, mysterious, domestic animal, CAT.
Your writing style is very unique.

I can tell and feel that you have a poetic eye, a poetic soul. Even when you don't intend, your every writing contains a soulful poetic element. You have a way of precision and attention to details. Your use of imagery is very distinct and striking. I really can see you going far as a writer.
You can conquer the world with your writing!

kedar

[Cayleigh Marie]

I actually liked this a lot. It had a lyrical quality about it, and I can tell that you are first and foremost a poet at heart. It reminded me of a cross between Chaucer and Shakespeare, an extremely high compliment, especially coming from someone who holds an English literature degree.

I enjoyed your comparison of a cat with a prostitute. Thinking about it further, they're similar. I may need to rethink my nickname ("Cat") lest I laugh every time I say it now. Your imagery is vivid, especially towards the end.

(For example: "It licks your toes through whiskers, fluffied up. It arches its back and languidly stretches out, spreads out. Cat that has round eyes that plead cutely, is asking for snuggles.") That is beautiful imagery.

I would love to read more of your stories if you are so inclined to write more. I am not much of a poetry person, with the exception of the Greats (Shakespeare, Milton, etc.).

And for the first time in my reviewing history, I have no suggestions for change. It couldn't have been written better. I commend you highly. For the first time, I am giving a 100/100 based on pure genius and creativity.