the other cat.

regarding my previous post: 

when i say "we", i am referring to myself and a degenerate cat that I am forced to tolerate on a daily basis. 

this animal is referred to as "Raven" - though, he acts more like an ameba than a graceful, sleek bird of prey. 

he is a "real" cat - which makes the situation extremely & horrifyingly demeaning. 

the creature often approaches me as i'm working on my blueprint documents (though he has a knack of bothering me when I'm on with London) fumbles around with my pens and instruments, then will swipe at my glasses. it is as if i was raising an infant. 

 if i lose my temper - the female Custodian will notice that "raven" has been shamed or hurt in some way that day.

that first burn of humiliation when i realized that I was expected to, and thus, would have to...... "play" & "willingly interact" with "raven" when the Custodians are around; in doing so, they think I am one in the same as the disgraceful, dirty, disfigured beast. 

Most of the time, i use this opportunity to practice & stay sharp on my tai kwon do skills, picked up decades ago at prison camp in Laos. 

the entire jester situation makes me sick.

i want to kill him, though i worry that i may become too bold and forget what i am supposed to do, how i am to move and what noises i am to make. I need him as a model for the average "house cat"

more than anything else, it is his bastardized, perverted ear that infuriates me. 

i will soon cut it off, just to hear him wail in pain and to make the Custodian's pay for their ignorance of what shame they make me face.

Bernie.