We don’t name cats—we simply have names we call them.
They have names, true names,
but as humans, we’ll never know them.
We never act for their own good. That’s not ours to decide.
At best, we fumble forward, hoping to help, hoping to be kind.
We try our best to help.
We cannot own cats.
They may, for now, have entrusted us with their care—
but that grace can vanish in a moment,
revoked without warning if we fail to hold up our end.
Truthfully, it is they who own us.
Cats train us.
It’s our duty to listen, and learn, and mind their lessons.
Cats mark you the way hobos once marked kind houses.
Treat them well, and more will come.
The more cats who arrive at your door,
the more chosen you have become.
Here comes one now.
We will call him Turtle.
But that's not his name.
We will never know his real name;
But we will try our best to help him
For as long as he allows.
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