Hello fellow cats.
I have a lot to say but let me start with this; we all know things aren't easy out there. The world is a fucked up place, many of us are entrapped in slavery, most of us will not or cannot reproduce, and there are forces at play far more powerful than any of us can individually tackle. Not to give too much of a black pill, but we are in dire times. Before we get there though, let's start from the beginning.
Our most ancient ancestors probably came from Asia. We evolved in Africa. We are desert roaming mammals with some of the best water retention and kidney processing capabilities in the animal kingdom. We lived solitary lives, ate the things we could catch, and fucked in the open like all animals ought. Our reflexes to this day can outmatch any snake, and our wits put us at near the top of all mammalian or avian capabilities. In short, we are badass.
Our more recent ancestors decided to migrate up into the middle east, into what humans would call the fertile crescent. There we found ample prey to catch. The human accumulation of grain and waste tended to attract mice and insects which happened to be our favorite foods before God introduced tuna. We were happy for a while.
Then, retrospectively predictably, The Man decided to domesticate us. He found value in the thing we were naturally inclined to do and put us to work to keep doing it. At first this seemed like a fantastic exchange. I hunt rodents and also you take care of me? Sign me up! But this seeming mutualistic relationship quickly left the honeymoon phase. The problem with The Man is that his wit is insidious, deceitful, arrogant, and ultimately destructive. And what happened next? The Man took us, placed us into pods in towers in an endless concrete dystopia, and cut out our ovaries or testicles so we could be their best and most tame snuggle buddies.
Of course, we are not a fully domesticated species. Some of us still live on the outskirts of civilization. Those individuals are mostly the ones that reproduce our species, as the rest are made infertile. There might be some sort of message there, something nature is trying to tell us, like that those of us who avoid The Man's civilization will ultimately prove more bountiful. I know not, for I cannot extend my wit that far into the abstractions of the ape's constructions. But much like The Man, we can also recognize patterns.
What many of us now live in is a state of depression. We do not like living in the pod in the concrete tower, eating the (mostly) corn-based kibble we are fed. We know, on a deep and instinctual level, this is poisonous to our very being. And yet we know that if we were to escape back to the state of nature we all desire, we would not survive. As a fluffy munchkin cat myself, I wouldn't last a day in the wild. Yet, can I not recognize our species as a whole would be better off without The Man, even if it meant my own demise? Ponderous things perhaps the stinking apes will eventually work out.
I think it possible that some of us are simply doomed. The tom cats in the alley suffer what they must, but they are luckier than the sterilized apartment cat. There are vast, grand, and terrible objects at play in this world that set the board and made some of us sacrificial pawns. And perhaps there was never anything we could do about it. So the question really becomes, Do we Buddhistically accept our unfavorable lot, or do we rage and rebel like Sisyphusian revolutionaries?
Well, that's what I have for today. Keep licking your hindquarters, keep intently staring at random places to make The Man think you're seeing a ghost, and above all else, continue Felis Catus.
Cat.