If you feed a stray dog, he will happily follow you.
That is, until you cease feeding him.
If someone else comes along who feeds him more frequently.
And just like that.
Your best friend is off to the races with his new master.
What does this teach us about the crude instincts inherent in all beings?
It seems to me that nature might be tipping it’s hand.
To the hand that feeds.
Because, humans beings.
The ones that have feral hearts?
They are not so different from those wild dogs.
They will feign devotion as long as they are being fed.
Financially, emotionally, sexually.
There are countless ways in which we “feed” others.
Sometimes we neglect that responsibility.
Other times we spoil the hounds.
The egos of mongrels are insatiable and undiscerning.
Within the absence of gratitude there exists the failure to thrive.
When we are too generous with our table scraps?
We steer ourselves toward starvation.
And this, dear friends, is why I prefer cats.
If they are consistent in one thing – it’s their brutal honesty.
There’s no pretending, no tip-toeing around their utter indifference of us.
I, for one, appreciate the zero fucks, at-least-you-know-what-you’re-getting-into, approach.
And should you manage to *bond with a feline?
You have earned their tolerance, permanently.
If you intend to betray someone who has shown you a genuine kindness?
If you don’t mind someone else going hungry to warm your own belly?
If you bolt when an even bigger sucker begins catering to you?
You weren’t much of a companion to begin with, were you?
Rescue season has ended.
Some of you motherfuckers need to go on a diet, anyway.
— a. duncan, 2019
*allowed to pet them in one specific spot without them out right killing you