End-of-the-world Predictions

I am confused.

Why even bother making an end-of-the-world prediction?

If the prediction were correct there would be nobody around to validate it, so in this case it would be pointless.

Therefore, it is inevitable that these predictions are always wrong.

So why bother even making them?

Just get over it, and get on with your life.

Perfecting My Game

I sit around and look cute. That's what I do. And I am very good at it. Extremely good. Quite possibly the best that ever was. I am continually honing my skills -- trying to squeeze as much food as possible from my captors. Here is my "Blue Steel" look. It says "I'm confident, adorable, alert, and at the top of my game":

From this pose, I can react with cat-like swiftness to any sound from the kitchen where my food is kept.

I've been working on my "Magnum" look for the last 2 years, but it isn't ready yet. When unveiled, it should overpower my captors and they will be unable to stop themselves from feeding me kitty treats.

I'm in love!

I have finally found true love.  I look deep into her eyes and I melt. She understands me completely. I have never known such happiness. She doesn't even mind if I chew on her a bit. What more could you want?

When I am with her, I feel like purring more than any other time.  I wish I could purr, but I have no one to show me how.  I bet Paca could teach me, but Paca isn't here.  I hope Paca approves of my new lover... I think I am crossing some gender/species boundaries but I don't care.

And my new love has friends!  Lots and lots of friends with interchangeable body parts!  You don't know how fantastic this is! I'm in heaven!!

Confusion

I am confused.  I have needs but I don't know what they are.  Like the lyrics from the Foreigner song Double Vision, "my mind is racing but my body's in the lead", I have many thoughts but don't know what to do about them, so I just do what comes instinctively and I don't know why.

Kneading my caretakers (you know, pawing at them like I did with my mom when I was a kitten) soothes me, but I don't know why.  But after a good round of kneading, I feel somehow guilty and must compensate.  Looking out the windows makes me feel better when I'm feeling guilty, but I don't know why.  Birds and insects outside keep me amused, but I'm looking for more.

Paca is an inspiration to me because she really knows how to express her feelings.  I am learning much through Paca's teachings.