I love my black cat, for all his brokenness, his brain damage, his tendency to drool and to fall off things. I love him dearly, in spite or perhaps because of these various defects, and he loves me back with a fierce and simple purity like only idiots can.
Still, I sometimes wish we could time travel together, he and I, and I could take him to Ancient Egypt and show the Pharoah, the priests, the acolytes and the slavedrivers. I'd show them my wonderful cat with his wobbly eyes, his flailing windmill limbs and his perfect idiot love, and I'd tell them all: 'This is your God. Reevaluate.'
From my Kindle Collection, "Gulag 101", available here: > tinyurl.com/amz-g101