It’s my day off. After a short walk around the estate, I decided to take a breather at the little garden tucked by the side of the housing blocks. I knew Blackie was somewhere nearby, probably curled up in one of his mysterious hiding spots. A quick whistle was all it took. Within seconds, he came running, a sleek black shadow with a loud meooowww that sounded equal parts affectionate and indignant.
“Hello, Blackie,” I said. He gave me another long reply, as if to say, “About time you called me out.”
We settled in. I sat on the garden chair, while Blackie of course hopped up onto the marble table like he owned the place. Cats never negotiate seating arrangements they simply take the throne.
Just then, two little birds landed a couple of meters away. At first I thought they were being playful, but no they were definitely arguing. Wings flapped, beaks snapped, and the air filled with sharp chirps.
Soon, reinforcements arrived. Two camps formed, and before I knew it, the garden had become an avian parliament in session.
Blackie and I watched in silence. He blinked at me slowly, as if asking, “Do you understand what this is about?” I blinked back, equally lost. From the looks of it, the birds didn’t care about us at all. Their quarrel was the only reality that mattered.
And then out of nowhere a ginger cat sprang into the scene. Birds scattered in every direction, shrieking in alarm. Blackie and I both jumped too. Honestly, I have no idea where that ginger intruder came from.
It was like he’d been waiting in the wings for his dramatic entrance.
With the stage suddenly cleared, the performance was over. I got up and started walking home. Blackie trailed a few steps behind, maintaining his usual air of independence.
Cats, after all, don’t follow they simply allow themselves to be seen walking in your general direction.
As I glanced back, I couldn’t help but think: isn’t life a bit like that little garden scene? People argue, sides form, noise builds… and then something unexpected swoops in and scatters it all.
The quarrel dissolves, the noise fades, and we’re left blinking at each other, wondering what it was ever about.
