I’d Love To Have A Cat’s Self-Confidence

Wouldn’t you?

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I keep thinking I’m broken.

One way or another, my warranty doesn’t quite seem to cover this life I’m in. I’ve been mis-sold — not fit for purpose.

…Purpose.

Funny thing that only humans get hung up on.

Bees and birds and trees and cats know that their purpose is to simply be bees and birds and trees and cats, to do what bees and birds and trees and cats do.

…Which in the case of cats, at least, is whatever they damn well please.

I’ve often wished I was a cat — I’d love to have that level of self-confidence, wouldn’t you?

As far as they’re concerned, everything in the world was put there solely for their use and enjoyment — must be a nice way to live.

This started with a prompt, and then meandered far, far, away from the original idea… 😅

Prompt set by Dr. Casey Lawrence

“ The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are stronger at the broken places.”

— Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms: Library Edition [x]

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