Dissecting a Cat’s Innocence

An animal is innocent. A cat is innocent. Let this be known everywhere. Let us gather all of our people and let us rejoice in finding such innocence such close to us (This much is already known!). For the human is born an innocent baby but is made a black and white being. But the cat is born an innocent kitten and remains a colorless cat that kills for survival and licks her paws. For innocence is colorless. Neither black nor white.

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Why is the cat innocent? Because even if I see her kill a bird, I know that is how the world works and that is the only way my cat and all the cats can survive. You are hungry, you go hunt for food. Why are we, human beings, not innocent? Because we are not hungry and we hunt for food. Why are cats innocent? Because they eat their food immediately without much decor. Why are humans not innocent? Because we add flowers and thorns to our food. We let it suffer from seizures first. We spit on it. We hit it one more time and then we add spices.

Act 1

It is all a lie. It is all but a mere lie. The cat is guilty. To the guillotine!!! I saw it. I caught the cat in the middle of the act. There is no escape from the terrible truth. They are no different from the human. But they are less imaginative and are not masters of tools. I caught the cat hunting a lizard. I saw her cut his tail. Then she sat down with a smirk on the floor and kept her paw on top of the suffering lizard. Lizard was shaking. A film roll must have been playing on his eyes. A film roll of his life. And his life is not ending very soon. Cat yawns. She decides to give Lizard some hope and let him go. Jumpppp!!

 Caught you again Lizard! I am not going to eat you but I am going to play with you until you are tired to death and then when I get bored I will kill you because, why not? Will I eat you then? Who knows! I may! I may not! What does it matter! You are dead and not entertaining! 

Her innocence is cracked open now. It was but a fake shell. I will decide to forget about it because my cat cannot talk. I cannot hear or even understand much of her facial expression. I cannot detect evilness. I cannot detect murder. I cannot detect the pleasure of torture in her eyes. You are evil my cat, are you not? I still love you though. I will pet your fur and look at your darkened pupils and you will meow and your shell of innocence will be rebuilt through my own delusional power.

People talk sometimes of bestial cruelty, but that’s a great injustice and insult to the beasts; a beast can never be so cruel as a man, so artistically cruel. The tiger only tears and gnaws, that’s all he can do. He would never think of nailing people by the ears, even if he were able to do it.

― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

Act 2

Humans kill without killing. Do they not? They spit on their specie. They spit and spit and the poor victim is covered with phlegm and cannot move his arms or legs.

Do cats kill without killing?

I caught my cat in its second act of disgrace. Will she be the next fallen angel? The next Lucifer?

Cat was an orphan and was taken by another cat and fed and cleaned and received love. How does cat repay that? She jumps on the plate of food and hisses at her adoptive mother.

You are eating this only through my dead body!

Jumps again!! Two plates of food but her mother’s plate seems tastier!

Why? Why?

Cat is guilty. Cat is no different from us. I will forget this though. Let it remain like it was before! Let us look at the shadows only!

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