A Foreword:
So I'm one week into doing Odyssey and I already feel like I'm out of ideas, yay. I spit-balled a number of article ideas this week, but none seemed like they would be very good. This ranged from a satirical article about why millennials suck, My Top Ten Selfies, and Why LAN Parties Are Awesome: From The Perspective of an African Refugee Who's Never Seen a Computer Before. At a certain point, my girlfriend (in a joking tone that became a serious one by the time she finished her sentence) suggested I do an article about her cat. I told her I don't think she wants to read the article I'll write about her cat, but she insisted.
To give a little context, she rescued Alphonse while she was working at a barn this summer. She was in the middle of her shift when she saw this little guy running around by the horses. Terrified he would be stepped on, she put him in a kennel and brought him home with her. After taking him to the vet, as well as confirming the cat was a stray, she adopted him and they now live happily in her apartment. Also, I realize that this whole foreword thing is really unnecessary, but it seems funny to have one before an article about a cat.
Dear Cat Diary,
Today wasn’t too bad, depending on when you would consider my day to have started (I don’t ever really go to bed, I just kinda sleep for increments of five minutes every now and then in between my efforts to murder Mom’s couch). But I did have a little bit of trouble getting my sleep because that Nick guy was in my spot in the bed again. It was okay though, to get back at him I did laps around the bed and attacked his face all night.
Anyways, eventually it was the morning and after the people were gone I proceeded to plot my next attack on the house’s furniture. As I was doing this I began to think: why? Why am I doing this? Why is it that my very soul is filled with the desire to kill? I suppose I’m a carnivore, so it kinda makes sense. Plus food is given to me every day on a silver platter, and I guess I need some sort of outlet to unleash the inner rage that burns within. Though still, when I think about it I feel pretty castrated (no pun intended). Whatever, I’ll just attack Nick twice as much from now on.
Later on, Mom came home and fed me again. It was delicious, even though my previous revelations were still in mind. Afterwards, we sat and watched that show with the sexy eyeliner-pirate man. After several minutes, I became more interested in hiding behind the chair and attacking the feather-string thing that Mom would tauntingly hold at a distance from me.
After she left, I pretty much just continued contemplating my every desire. I was really feeling down for a while until I realized it didn’t really matter so long as this life maintained my own personal happiness. I guess I’d call myself a utilitarian in that sense. Either way, I feel like I’ve come to terms with myself now, which is nice. It’s important to be content with yourself, and I guess if this diary entry had a message to it that would be it.
Today was a good day.
Photos by Nick Bushway and Maddy Ellis.
