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Cats

thoughts about Cats – the true alien life form living amongst us humans.

Cats Fighting In Incheon

Watching two cats
Fighting alongside the sidewalk
In suburban Incheon New Airport Town

Completely indifferent
To the humans walking around them

And the humans were indifferent to the cats

As they stood there fighting
And screeching at each other

One orange one
One half black half white one
Both middle age in cat years

As I sat there watching the cats
really getting into it
I wondered what they were arguing about?

But since I don’t speak cat
I really didn’t know

All I know is they were really screeching at each other
And almost look like they were about to attack each other

But one cat backed down
As the other cat stood their proverbial ground

If they were humans one would have pulled out a knife
Or a gun
And someone would have been killed

But being mere cats
They stared at each other

And walked away

but they kept glancing at each other

So, I knew the fight as not over
Merely postponed until a later hour

Cats truly are the aliens
Who live among us humans

Or perhaps we are the aliens
Who live among the cats?


Watching the black cat

Watching the black cat
Slinking about

I am reminded once again the cats
are not our friends
as I stare at him

an alien invader
From another planet


Mysterious Black Cat Looking at Me

As I look out
At the parking lot

I see a black cat
looking at me with dark soulful eyes
filled with mysterious secrets

I wondered
What the cat
thinks of me?

The cat looks at me
With a mysterious grin

The cat smiles at me
Like the Cheshire cat

He smiles
and runs away into the bushes


Watching three cats

Watching three cats
gamboling along
Looking at me

While I look at them
Each wondering what sort of weird creatures
The other is

And who is the real alien species?

three cats ready to go
three cats
at play

they look out at the world
and they are ready

they are born hunters
they are hungry
they are restless

and they want
to escape
from the house

to chase birds
squirrels
and other cats
to do their cat thing

That’s the cat’s life after all
they tolerate us humans
only because we feed them

But at heart
they are wild things
and wild things
Need to be free

Looking Out My Window

I look out my window
On the parking lot
In my suburban Incheon neighborhood

And see the black mad cat
That lives underneath the apartment house

And look out at the park
Thinking of taking a walk

The cat looks at me
Kindred spirits perhaps
Retired waiting to die


Watching Cats Hunt
Early morning
Watching two white cats
Hunting a white dove

The cats hunt in pairs
Tracking the bird

The bird flies away
Safe for now

And I think about the cats
And the hunt goes on

Such is life
And the fate of cats
And birds

Cats

I often wonder about Cats
What do they think of us

It seems at time
That cats think of humans
As their slaves

We exist to feed them
To comfort them

To save them from their enemies
And to worship them

Yes cats are an alien species
Totally different from humanity
Detached, and almost evil

If we ever encounter an alien civilization
God help us if it’s a cat based civilization

We would then be engaged
In the epic mother of all wars

As cats and humans would not get along
The cats would think we were their slaves

And we would resent and fear them
And secretly worship their alien ways


The Cosmic Cat from Berkeley

I next encountered the divine many years later in Berkeley, California. I had gone home to be with my Mother while taking leave from my job in the Foreign Service. I had two weeks there by myself. My wife came later near the end of the trip. Every morning I woke up, had coffee, did yoga, read the paper, and spoke to my mother. She was sliding into dementia, day by day losing her reason. Then I would go out and explore the city, go to a museum, go to one neighborhood, see a movie matinee, have dinner with old friends, and just be there and re-discovering the Bay Area of my youth, after years of being away.

Every morning a black cat came to visit me. He was out in front when I got up staring at me, and waiting for to go out the door. The cat was friendly and waited for me and then would join me in my morning rambles following me to the bus stop or to the downtown BART stop if I walked as I frequently did. It was a 40-minute 2-mile stroll. And it was summer and the weather was delightful.

I started talking to the black cat, he looked at me with the spark of divinity in his dark soulful eyes. I called him the cosmic cat. He seemed to like that. He would look at me and I opened to me. I told the cat all my dark secrets as I walked the streets of the old neighborhood. Every morning and every evening the cat would be there to greet me and to carry out our endless conversation.

Then I had to leave and in our final conversation

I asked the cosmic cat

“Say, Cosmic Cat are you just a cat or are you a demonic cat

Are you possessed by God or by Satan? Are you a familiar of some dark witch?”

The cat looked at me and I realized that God was indeed residing in the cat but that God was residing everywhere, all around me. All I had to do was open my mind, and the rest would follow

So, I said goodbye to the cosmic cat and he purred and came up to me and I felt the comforting presence of the divine

As I said goodbye to the cosmic cat. And said goodbye to my demented mother. It turned out that was the last time
that we would be able to really talk. The next time I met her was when I came out to put her in an assisted living facility. I never talked to her again as I had during those two weeks when I hung out with the Cosmic Cat.

I told my mother about the cosmic cat. She smiled and said that the cat was there for me and her to comfort us both in our hour of need. And that the cat was indeed
a cosmic cat.

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