JUST LET MY CAT GO OR NO! DON'T!

Oh well - I just let my cat go. For the second time, by the way. And I finally realized what it is that made us incompatible, shall I say. This cat is amazing: for a 7 year old he is rather agile in a very youthful sense - he acts like a kitten. It could be very cute and endearing but when you find yourself eating and suddenly almost die from heart atack because kitter jumped on your lap out of nowhere, or when your entrie artwork and the insides of your room-mate's bag (!) are filled - dripping with very smelly cat urine, and when you wake up in the middle of the night from sharp claws being stuck in your chest...Moreover, there is incessant strange meowing and crazy running tours through the length of the apartment sometimes at 3am, sometimes ever. I found it always so easy to have cats - we had cats in SU all the time! They were very smart and rational animals. I never understaood why people said "cats are bad." They understood everything we told them and never did anything on purpose to irritate us. But here...Goodness, I've never had a cat more diffucult than this one. So come to think of it - I was doing really well for a while, training him, and then suddenly - complete annihilation of years (6 or so!) of hard work. What has happened? I'll tell you - women have happened. People might think - what is it? At one point he/she defends women, and then turns around and accuses them of spoiling cats. Well, I don't defend "women," I defend people-who-are-wronged. And the wronged are not gods and can do wrong themselves. What I am against is lumping it all indiscrimiatorily all-together, and loosing a track of who did what and when, and connecting wrong and unrelated incidents, and using a huge big fallacy called posto-ergo-hoc: after the fact, therefore, before the fact. People, just because someone did something that was wrong to a person A in a place B, does not unleash a permission to a person C to do bad to that person who did wrong to person, now in a place D. Meaning, if someone fucked up with you, it doesn't mean that they should be abused by a compeltely different, unrelated and unconnected ti you person in a totally different setting and place. People like to make stretches and even now I hear them say some common wisdom: everything is connected, this is Karma, or this serves them right. Yes, maybe Karma. Maybe connected. Maybe. But we won't know. So, some people say: oh, she was bad to her daughter, now look at her getting fired from her job for no reason. Ok. She may have been bad - but it doesn not absolve the person who fired her for no reason, from responsibility. She is still wronged at that aspect. Playing that game of allowance will quickly play us into chaos, a fervent desire of many a power monger, but who can blaim them and the story is old as the world.
So, the cat. Do you evcer wonder why is it that dogs - aka wolves-in-the-past got trained, but cats - didn't? I'll tell you why: women trained the cats. Women lived with the cats. From experience - no matter how many times and how hard I tried to explain to my female friends that cat needs to know and respect the rules like we all do, and he did before, its not hard, cats even get toiler trained ! , there would always be strange unexplained refusal in their eyes. A compassion of sorts, a denial of necessity of that. They would encourage what I've dissuaded, pet the cat after violating the rule, and smother him. As a result: the cat that became the terrorizer of the household to a point that I couldn't even tell him not to jump on the table without incurring the hate he would dish out to me by his looks. C',mmon now, people - I love you, no really, I do, otherwise I wouldn't be trying to tell you things I know you might not like to hear, but do you know that artists are highly sensitve people? We really are a different creed. We live in a different world. For years, I had diffuculty using words as a means of expression. but I always wanted to. We feel. We sense. So, a hate is a hate. One could tell. Especially after nursing a being like I did my cat and living with him for years, sleeping in the same bed and falling asleep with a purring black ball in your lap. But hatred, man. Hatred so strong I never got over it. Why? Why doesn he hate me so much? - I say no. I say: there are rules. I say: don't go and disturb the roommate. I teach. I train. I forbid. I limit. And moreover, someone else in the smae space - like all my roommates did, for which I don't blame them - some felt bad for the cat, others felt they had to be nice to the sucker, and others yet didn't know the whole situation, no, I get it and don;t blame them ,but "blaming" and "fact" are two different thing. The fact is the cat knew that I was the asshole and stood in front of a place he wanted to enter, and someone else wasn't and didn't. To what is this all leading- surely not to vent about the cat and get some cheap-shot compassion, I'll tell you where this leads. Why some men get so spoiled and unruly. Why they may be tyrranical and unable to take "no" for an answer. Because dave the rod spoil the child. Because before you react emotionally, men do too, we are all Homo Sapiens, check the situation. Think. And by the way, as for my kittie on the street now dealing with a local bully - and is he a typical bully, big flat strong head, oversized blown body and short, stocky legs, and this absolutely staring and one ecpression only glance, maybe stronger women could be better for them. And for society. And for themselves.
As for me, all I want is a cubicle with paint, arts supplies of sorts, a computer to write my crap on, a fridge full of food, good gay porn, a good bed and three beautiful LEGAL boys. One Japanese. One British. And one Chinese.