If Cats Could Talk ... Would They Cry?

by Anatoli Scholz

disconnected from the reality of their house.

Julie put on a face for all of them every day since, covering her lingering curiosity and shy disobedience.

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

something had changed, and Julie was starting to grasp what it was. Her life, her endless game of waiting for something to pass, had reached a feline interlude.

That wishful break

“Anyway, what kind of food do you think turns people into cats, Margot?”

I just want to get out of here. Slip out, to be honest.”

She didn’t want yet another mother-daughter relationship to grow sour.

Making lasting connections with people had always been difficult for Julie.

Shes just like me fr

She never knew how someone could have the courage to look for a friend, or simply walk up to someone, start talking, and magically become connected.

“Everyone pretends not to care. They think that they forget their dreams. Whatever. It’s the same thing, and it’s a sickness.

“I would like to care more. And remember my dreams.”

“I was always so afraid of having too much time that I forgot to realize that it’s up to me to make it count. 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.

Being a big sister felt like a burden sometimes. Julie felt the responsibility of watching over Anya, even though she didn’t feel qualified in the slightest.

“Don’t you find that dangerous?” Julie asked quietly into the round. “You know… to let love guide you?”

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

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

“All I want is my defining moment.”

“My life is full of these tiny, unimportant challenges. I know that I can achieve something great if I was ever put to the test, but it feels like I’m being left out. It just…I feel that I am constantly preoccupied with the thought of being inadequate. At the same time, I can’t be by myself. I know that I need to be, but I am scared to be. The moment I come close to feeling like I am getting there, I latch on to whatever is closest, no matter if it hurts me or not. Maybe I’m simply undeserving. At the same time I am afraid to be normal and not do anything about it. I want my moment, but I fear that I have no right to have it.”

I think I need space. Space to make my own mistakes.

Anya. To be honest, I don’t think I had much of a purpose as a person. Why would I have one as a cat?”

Julie couldn’t control a feeling of incredible loneliness

memory. Julie’s mind had become blank in anger and fear. She felt broken.

Now that she wanted to, it was too late; cats couldn’t cry.

She would wake up from a slumber and realize how its melody hid a cry waiting to be heard.