Family

We are a family of four. Each member has specific tasks. Elena and Jack provide food and shelter. I am the indoor guardian. Eloisa patrols the outdoor territory. When we are not at work, we spend time together as a pack. Even being lost in my own toughs, I feel them around.
Cats and other animals despise our sense of community, our longing for company. They think it distract you from higher purpose, it alienates you from yourself. They also blame us for being condescending and tolerate offenses. I don't care to reply that such is the base for our long lasting success. We are not nice to each other all the time. We don't even try. My mother is sometimes called the Queen, but occasionally is just a "fat bitch", I am praised as a Warrior one day and the next I am a hound plus some other diminishing adjective. they are not better with their own race. From the inside, such words are fleeting sparkles in the surface of a quiet lake. We have the tacit understanding of being a pack and it's enough for me. If we prepare for a walk I refuse to leave until everybody is at the door. When a suspicious subject approach I am always at the front and the same they do for me. Until recently I have not spent one night alone. I have lived my dreams and observations from my quiet corner, the life of others following me in my journey as the music of a distant song, as the scent of a favorite tree. That's all I have to tell the cats.