If Cats Could Talk ... Would They Cry?

by Anatoli Scholz

To all cats that miscalculated their jump, fell down and then played it off as if nothing happened.

Life has but one true charm: the charm of the game. But what if we’re indifferent to whether we win or lose? Charles Baudelaire

Julie fell back asleep. Whether human or cat, there was no conceivable rush to get up.

Either way, waking up as a cat was certainly better than waking up as some revolting insect.

The simple kindness of a window that she never found the time to look out of as a human.

With each year, she had shed more and more of the inner child. That inner desire to do something different.

Julie wished to have an urge to create anew or be swept away by the adventures of life. More often, she wished to simply care for something or someone without scari...

It took her turning into a cat to think about being more human.

“Well, Margot told me you were sick, but she didn’t tell me it was that bad! How did you manage to turn into a cat?

Time is such a precious little thing in the end. And we do have so little of it! I was too desperate for it to move quicker, and now, all I wish for is for it to come back! I need to live in this time that we have in our hands.

‘Serius es quam cogitas.’”

‘it’s later than you think’.

“Disce dies numerare tuos, my dear.” Maman pointed a finger in the air. “Learn to value your days.”

“To your heart being wrong sometimes and right all other times. As long as you live.”

Demons don’t go away, you just get used to them. They become a part of you.”