I thought about it on the way home, and I started thinking about how when my mom tried to pick Horatio up to bring him to me when he was a kitten, he hissed at her for taking him away from the food. And how when he was a bit older he was climbing around on the top of Arthur’s crate and slipped and got his leg caught and when I tried to free him, he bit me. And how when I tried to give Nebula a bath she somehow turned into silly putty in my hands and escaped. And when my (now ex) boyfriend tried to kiss me the first time and I really really didn’t want to, and as he was leaning toward me and Arthur jumped up between us and licked my face and broke the mood and saved me. And Arthur playing with Horatio and licking Nebula’s face.
I know if someone goes into that apartment that doesn’t belong, Nebula and Horatio will hide. And I know if someone tries to hurt Horatio, he’ll fight back. No one is laying a hand on that cat without earning some holes. He’s not afraid to use what Nature gave him. And I would like to think, I really would, that if someone tried to hurt the cats, Arthur would try to save them. I don’t know for sure that he would, he’s so friendly to the point of insanity. He’s still friendly with my creepy neighbors despite me radiating Do Not Want whenever I see them. But I would like to think that if it was clear that someone had ill intentions and tried to hurt the cats, he would do something.
He and I had a chat when I got home. Maybe it’s silly, maybe I’m wrong but I think he was listening.
Ugh or maybe I’m just exhausted and paranoid. Maybe I will feel very stupid in the morning.
The Paradox Machine 