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I often sit in contemplation for hours, only to grow pensive when I realize I have forgotten the conundrum I had set out to solve. Not that it matters anyway. Who takes a kitten seriously? Every time I sneak into the library, struggle to scale the heights (someone needs to inform the awful cleaning lady that more is not better when it entails the application of Old English); desperately attempting to reach the uppermost tomes (oh, the wonder hidden within the dusty volumes upon those shelves) the humans accost me in the most unceremonious manner. Something about fragile antiques scattered amongst the shelves. Antiques. “Posh” I say. Little more than knickknacks. Trinkets purchased on one of their many plebian excursions.
Which brings up another woe I am forced to endure. The cage. But, I digress. I was telling the story of the tomes beyond my reach. The uppermost shelf houses the books the most offending of the humans cherishes. As would I, I think. Plato, Aristotle, Socrates, Nietzsche and Rousseau. Minds which would possibly be worthy of my attention. And yet, the humans I am forced to endure in this ephemeral incarnation thwart my desires.
Thus, I am left to solve the mysteries of life on my own. Silent contemplation interspersed with moments of self-doubt. Seriously. Look at my picture. Is my head so large because it contains a brain of stellar proportions or am I simply out of proportion? That’s one that has stumped me ever since I realized that wasn’t another kitten staring back at me every time I wandered into the room of the one foolish enough to believe he is master. I’m cute, of course. I’m a kitten. But, am I the cutest kitten anyone has ever seen? Or are the humans taunting me? Laughing at me behind my back at their little joke?
I know what you are thinking. “Forget about it all. Go have fun. Play with some string.” I should. I know. It is common knowledge that cats are one with the gods. They know it all. I will be a cat someday. But, not soon enough. Not while there are tomes which might enlighten me on the great conundrum that is……give me a minute. I’ll remember.
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