What kind of cat?

What kind of cat do you want to be? You want to be that cat that sits inside and looks at all the crazy things outside? Do you want to be out chasing all the crazy things? I always thought I wanted to be the cat inside looking at all the crazy. Somehow I got out. Once I started chasing all the crazy stuff. I couldn’t stop! I’ve been out here so long I have forgotten what inside looks like. How it feels just to sit and watch.

I am so tired of chasing things. I see all these cats looking at me threw the widows. I wonder, are they jealous? Well, I am jealous of them. I want to be inside looking out. I want a nice safe place to stay. I’m tired of chasing and running and looking for stuff. I want to be inside, safe from all the crazy. I want someone to bring me food. I want someone to cuddle me at night. I wonder if these cats inside even understand how good they have it. Then you have the perfect cat. The ones that go out and chase all day but have to go back in and get all the inside benefits. They get the best of both worlds.

I was not that lucky to get that life. I was blessed with the energy of struggles. I was always chasing and running from what I had no idea anymore. I hang out with all the Kitty’s that all go home at the end of the day. They stay and play and chase with me. Then they all leave. Until the next day, they will be back. They have no idea how good they have it.

Will you be that cat that travels threw this life alone? Will you be that cat who has someone forever? I’m getting old being out here alone. Chasing gets more challenging every day. So, before you answer, what kind of cat do you want to be? Remember, it could be forever…..

Footsteps

I follow the footsteps, but I get tired. I look around. There is chair; I sit in it. I enjoy the waves and the sunset. The footsteps are big. They seem like they start running. What are they running too? Or from? I don’t see any other foot prints but mine. Maybe I am walking in some one else’s foot prints?

I’m in no hurry. I like to look around take it all in. What’s the hurry? Why are they running? Who are they running from? Are they running to someone? I don’t want to follow in someone else’s footprints. I want to make my own. I bet if I sit here long enough the waves will erase the footprints. Well then, who or what will I follow? I have traveled this far alone  I guess the future will be the same.

I did feel excited when I was walking by the foot prints but when they ran I sat down. I am not in that much of a hurry I would rather enjoy where I am. I love it the sunset is so pretty tonight.

Maybe I was put on this earth to be alone. Maybe I will find someone who wants to walk by my footsteps. I’m not going to worry about what I can’t change. I am just going to rest, take in the sunset, and let the waves reset the footprints