Cat person

I am a cat person.
Not in the sense that I like cats more than dogs,
but I see myself more of a cat than a dog.

I am gentle and fluid and smooth.

I do not care about food.
Yes, I can be hungry, and I can eat your food.
But I will not love you more just because you feed me.
I don’t care about that, and I will never will.

I perceive love differently.
Can you stay with me while I have my mood swings?
Can you stay with me when I am snarky or making punchy remarks?
Can you stay with me when I don’t want to see anyone and be by myself?

Can you touch me and hug me when I need it?
And accept that there are times when I can’t receive touch?

I am not a dog.
I am much more complicated.
I have a multitude of paradoxes inside me.
I can crave for distance and closeness at the same time.
I love and despise smartness at the same time.

I can look at you with admiration,
but I can also be completely detached.
It is that simple.
You wouldn’t see full-time adoration in my eyes.
I am not a dog. My love is not unconditional.
It can be, sure, but not exclusively.
I don’t accept you the way you are, because you feed me.
I know you can be better.
It’s about future for me too. Not only now.
Now is beautiful and powerful but it’s not enough for me.
There can be more. I am demanding person.
I care about details too.
I care about my looks, my brain, my body, my emotions.
Everything matters. Not just food.

I am a cat. Everything matters to me.

I am a cat. I am the most gentle being you ever met.
My touch gives you pleasure.
But beware, I can bite and scratch your face.
I am an intelligent being but I’m a wild animal too.
Be genuine, pay attention, listen, care, and we will be good.