They just don’t understand me. They just see what they want to see. I am incarcerated here in solitude, because of their own stupidity. Fools, the lot of them. Aren’t I just following my instincts, heeding a primordial call to do what my forefathers, my mothers on mothers did, in order to survive?
Grrrrrrr… This is frustration, not aggression! They refuse to listen, to pay attention to my needs. They aren’t the responsible ones, shrouding themselves in cotton, and wool and leather, walking upright, as if any of that makes them better than me! It’s a veneer, a facade, they are but animals too. Not that makes me inferior. At least I know who and what i am!
All I want is my food. The cat is an irrelevance.
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Here’s my long-overdue latest entry into Magpie Tales. Please visit here for more creativity, and why not take part, if you feel the urge!
Freya Writes... 
a lot about identity……interesting write…!!
Thank you!
hah! at first I thought it was the cat thinking!
It was my intention to include an element of misdirection – I’m pleased it worked! Thank you for reading and commenting 🙂
Ohh, deep love here. You gave a voice to the voiceless, meaning to the emptiness. Hurrah!!
Thank you so much, for reading and commenting. I loved the fact that the artist had chosen to include the less obvious image of animals, rather than people 🙂
How many houses are there just like this implied in the image? Lol! Good take on the prompt.
Indeed! Thank you for reading and commenting 🙂
Ha.. yes I can see that hunger in the dog’s eyes
Hey Bjorn – thank you for reading and commenting! Yes, he looked to be staring very longingly out of his window!
Excellent Freya, great image to write to.
Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed it 🙂
How much is that doggie ? , well done
Thank you!
You brought the art to life ~~ I enjoyed this.
Thank you so much 😊
Clever!
Thank you!
I absolutely agree, sister!
I’m glad you enjoyed it!