One thing I love about my feral cats. They’re not obsequious.
Don’t get me wrong. They’ll cry and beg and meow when they want food or want to be petted.
But at the end of the day this is the look they always give me: “Yes I may be a 10 pound blob of fur. And you’re a 200 pound human being on top of the food chain. But I relate to you as an equal. And don’t you forget it.”
Ace Backwords is a former cartoonist, writer and semi-normal human being. He's been sleeping in the bushes in the Berkeley hills for the last ten years with his four feral cats, Moo Cat, Fatty, Mini Scaredy and Micro Scaredy. Future plans include growing old and dying. Preferably in that order.
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