Be a God Damned Cat

Today, on a hike, I caught site of two tiny little mice. They were darting out on the hiking path, grabbing some crumbs of what resembled some kind of power bar that was likely left behind by another hiker, and then they’d dart back behind the bush and repeat.

I couldn’t tell if they were going behind the bushes to eat the crumbs and then returning for more because they weren’t satisfied, or if they were working as a team and feeding other mice that were hiding out in the bushes.

To be honest, it could’ve been more than two mice. I could definitely tell two of them apart, but I’m no mice expert and its possible that what I thought was two, darting in and out, was really several.

Anyway, I watched for about five minutes, trying to figure out what was going on. I don’t know why, but I was riveted.

Then, out of nowhere, this feral cat leaps, grabs one of the mice, and disappears with it.

There was about ten seconds of stillness, and then that other mouse came back out, grabbed more crumbs, and went about his business.

Maybe there is no sense of loss between mice.
Maybe they’re so used to the carnage that they move on from it quickly.
Maybe it’s so difficult for them to keep themselves fed that they have no choice but to persevere.

I can’t be sure.
All I know for sure is that I’d rather be a cat, than a mouse.
Be a fucking cat.

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