Effervescence by Trudi’s Images

This reminds me of a parable by that amazing inspirational speaker Anthony Robbins. It’s called The Frog and the Scorpion.

I’ll put a whiskered twist on it. Clicks well with the pic. Let’s call it The Cat and the Goldfish here.

Once upon a time there was a Goldfish, a real sparkly bundle of joy in the beach-house where he lived, and much beloved by his pet human being. He loved leaping in and out of his glass bowl, exercising his tail and fin power, seeing how high he could leap each time. His dream was to leap so high and far that he would soar out of the open window and into the sea. Of course, he didn’t know much about the sea; he just saw it occasionally from the window when he leapt high enough. Twenty yards from house to sea didn’t disturb him; he was sure he was powerful enough to overcome that in one jump. But he needed practice.

Until the pet human obtained a Cat. The Cat enjoyed crouching on the desk and gazing at the fishbowl, a sly glint in her heavenly azure eyes, licking her lips carnally with a moist pink tongue. The Goldfish was extremely unsettled by his new neighbor, and never leapt around in the Cat’s presence.

One day the Goldfish couldn’t take it anymore. He started swimming round and round crazily in his bowl. The Cat watched him, unmoving as always, and just arched a brow. “Something the matter?” she asked dryly.

“I’m feeling claustrophobic,” snapped the Goldfish. “Can’t you just go off into another room for a few minutes? I want to do some jumps. I’m going crazy in here.”

The Cat sniffed. “Well what’s stopping you?”

“I can’t jump,” the Goldfish huffed. “Because if I jump up, you’re going to make a leap for it and gobble me up! I’m a Goldfish and you’re a Cat! That is what Cats do!”

“I?” The Cat’s tail bristled at the insult. “What do you take me for, stupid? Our pet human will kick me out of here in seconds. I know how he fawns over you. Eating you would spell out my exile.”

The Goldfish mused over that. He wasn’t absolutely convinced, but as the hours went by and he grew more and more restless, and at last he turned to face the staring Cat.

“Promise you won’t touch me?”

“Promise, ‘pon my honor,” swore the Cat.

Overjoyed, the Goldfish leapt up, the Cat sprung, and the Goldfish became lunch. “Whyyyyyy?” squeaked the Goldfish as it swam to her stomach.

The Cat let out a dainty burp. “Because you’re a Goldfish and I’m a Cat. And that is what Cats do.”

~Angreek87