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Sun.Star Cagayan de Oro - - Opinion -

t sprints, it pounces, and it ‘ru­ins’ your life ev­ery­day. It pushes off ob­jects on shelves and looks at you as if to dare you to stop it from do­ing so. It asks for love and af­fec­tion but hes­i­tates to re­cip­ro­cate. It leaves dead an­i­mals on your porch or worse, de­cap­i­tated bird heads on your bed and rolls over for a belly rub.

I was sleep­ing with my hair laid down when my cat, Mooji, jumped on my head and started knead­ing. At first it was a soft press be­cause he was us­ing his paws. When I set­tled for com­fort and hoped for more, he hastily com­menced his new found hobby - chew­ing my hair. If I in­ter­rupt his fun, he would make his way to the high­est cabi­net in the room and be­gins this odd star­ing con­test, or hap­pily knock things over.

Some­times when I walk around the house, he sees this as a per­fect op­por­tu­nity for an am­bush. He waits and creeps un­der the bed, bid­ding his time and wait­ing for the per­fect op­por­tu­nity to at­tack my feet.

There are days when your body screams for sleep and all you hear are three scream­ing cats forc­ing you to re­plen­ish their feed­ing bowl. And when just when you are about to doze off, your fat cat de­cides to sit on your face.

I have been think­ing what their thoughts might be aside from Mooji per­haps plot­ting to kill me. Does he think about the bor­ing pol­i­tics in the Philip­pines? Does he care about the Ex­tra Ju­di­cial Killings and the con­tro­ver­sial killings of the three stu­dents? Would he roll his eyes just like his hu­man when she sees Bato shed­ding co­pi­ous or croc­o­dile tears every time the Philip­pine Na­tional Po­lice is pil­lo­ried? Does he fa­vor the outcry of the masses – not the 16 mil­lion of course –for ‘real’ change, change that is geared to­wards the bet­ter­ment of the coun­try and not the ob­vi­ous down­fall of it?

See­ing my cat lick­ing him­self, I think he has only two thoughts he that likes to pon­der on in this world: food and sex. He is smart and wise yet he hes­i­tates to think aside from the two afore­men­tioned ac­tiv­i­ties.

For this life, the killer is a cat with shiny, pointy and deadly claws. I am more than in­sane for writ­ing about cats in a na­tion of sin­ners and mad men but Pan­ta­leon Al­varez and his hooli­gans are more in­sane for ap­prov­ing a P1,000 bud­get for the Com­mis­sion on Hu­man Rights. It may be one way of get­ting the mes­sage across that any per­son or a govern­ment agency that hin­ders ‘suc­cess’ of this ad­min­is­tra­tion is threat­ened with obliv­ion. As to the def­i­ni­tion of suc­cess, it is sub­jec­tive and only un­der­stood by the ma­jor­ity who for­got to think crit­i­cally on the day they were asked to vote.

Cats, politi­cians, and killers. But I think the real killers are the Filipinos who are ob­sti­nate, re­fus­ing to lis­ten and learn from their mis­takes.

Those who for­got to think crit­i­cally on the day there were asked to vote are, just like cats, killers too.

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