I was lining up for the Commonwealth Bank ATM on Union Street for my lunch money in Pyrmont today when a cat emerged from a nook a couple of doors down and smugly sat himself in the middle of the walkway.
It was a strange sight to me because I would never expect to see cats roam the busy streets of Pyrmont so nonchalantly. Seriously, it already pains me to have to be around so many people at once – a reason I absolutely hated working in Town Hall at my old job – so I feel like I must give this kitteh some credit for his bravery.
I mean, what business does a cat have in the busy street leading from Harris Street to Pyrmont anyway? I bet you he was simply bored of sleeping and felt like poking his head around the place and soaking up the attention it garnered.
Such is the easy life of a cat. All you do is sleep, eat, poop and play.
But then, do they too wonder about the meaning of life? Do they too grow up with ambitions? Do they ponder about what to do with their life next?
If animals could talk, I think the world would be a much nicer place to be. At least then the cows, sheep, dogs, monkeys and all the other animals exploited for human gain would be able to express their feelings verbally and humans would be able to understand/learn more about how to coexist with each other.
My apologies, I have a tendency to go off topic. OK Bye!