I’D HEARD that cats were petty and vindictive – sneaky, even.
But I’d never seen it for myself . . . until now.
As you probably know, my family convinced me to take in a street cat, which we named Styx, about nine months ago, and it has been an adventure, to say the least.
First she went into heat. And while biology experts will tell you that the incessant, nerve-racking meowing is designed to attract males, there’s a simpler explanation. It’s meant to drive their owners insane.
If that was, in fact, her end goal, Styx achieved it, and then some.
We stopped the heat thing by getting her spayed. But Styx still wanted to hit the streets. She’d stare out the window for hours on end, her pitiful meows sounding almost like the lyrics from Randy Crawford’s “Street Life.”
“I play the street life
Because there’s no place I can go
It’s the only life I know.”
I often looked at her during those dark times and wondered why she would want to trade a bowl full of Friskies for a garbage can full of fish bones.
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Solomon Jones is an Essence bestselling author and award-winning columnist. He is the creator and editor of Solomonjones.com and morning host on 900 am WURD radio. Click here to learn more about Solomon