They are the only ten who understand me. I am the only one who understands them. Ten fat cats with fat necks and sharp nails like mine. Ten who belong here but don’t want to be here. Ten cats chase the raggedy mice. From the room, I can hear them, getting the mice one by one.
Their strength is unseen. They send mice running through the house. Grabbing them between their violent nails and biting the squeaking mouse as if their toys. This is how they keep.
Let one remember his reason for attending, they’d all slump like dead mice in my basement, each with their arms around the other. Stay, stay, stay they say when I sleep. They reach.
When they are too hungry and too tired to keep hunting, I am their next resort. Ten fat cats against so many mice. When there is nothing left to eat in the house; ten grew despite. Ten who reach and do not succeed. Ten whose only reason is to be seen and be foreseen.