Life means constant change!
My can opener, Adam, and I have known each other for a few years now, have been through some ups and downs together, but I’ve always felt very comfortable around him. As long as I had the upper hand, or rather, ruled the roost. For 10 years, we’ve lived in our chic, upper-class villa, worked out, eaten healthily –apart from a few excesses – and enjoyed life to the fullest. Our life is actually perfect.
It’s Saturday afternoon, spring is just beginning to bring nature to life, and I’m sitting on the terrace with a fine espresso macchiato and a cream cake from my favourite patisserie, gazing dreamily at our stylish garden. Between the manicured borders, the most perfect English lawn possible at our degrees of latitude, meticulously trimmed hedges and ancient trees, the pool and the heaven swing, there’s truly nothing else a garden lover could wish for. Or so you’d think, because somehow a gentle melancholy or sentimentality has settled over me.
Surrounding me is lush nature, and in the middle of it all I, a middle-aged tomcat, am lazily lounging on the terrace, doing… well, what exactly? My gaze wanders into the depths of paradise, where shadows swallow the sun’s rays and a blur has spread in the twilight. Almost unrecognisable, the massive brick wall that protects our paradise from prying eyes and bad guys enters my consciousness. I concentrate; from time to time, I see the red LED of the alarm system flash, telling me that everything is okay.
OK? Is it really? What unrest, what bitterness has unexpectedly crept into my perfect life? My tail thumps restlessly against the mahogany decking. The tension is almost unbearable; my sensitive nose detects an unfamiliar scent, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Like a caged tiger, I pace nervously and tensely back and forth on the deck, looking around for imaginary pursuers.
No birdsong to be heard, only distant thunder heralding a spring storm – otherwise, silence. I imagine myself in the eye of a tornado.
Suddenly, I hear a tortured, drawn-out scream. It takes a few seconds before I realise it’s coming from my own throat!
My body reacts; one leap, and I’m in the garden, creeping past the luxury swing and the copper beech into the vast depths of the garden until I reach the brick wall. What’s wrong with me? Who or what is calling for me, making me do and feel things that disturb me?
One leap, and I’m on the wall, smiling to myself. Well, that’s still working pretty well, anyway. I shake myself, sit down majestically, and begin to lick my fur devotedly.
Suddenly, my eyes register movement in the lush green beyond the wall. I freeze, my ears perk up, I scan the wilderness with concentration, and suddenly I find myself looking into two huge, beautiful cat eyes.

The wild is calling! Is this the answer to my nervousness and this unspeakably miserable feeling of boredom and dissatisfaction? The beauty briefly steps out of the twilight, winks at me seductively, and then disappears again. I’m stunned. How could the sight of an admittedly very attractive cat throw me so off track?
What now? Should I give up my comfortable life with my can opener, luxury delivery service, pampered holidays, and soft beds? My inner struggle almost tears me apart when I hear her calling – miaooouuuu!!!
I think for a moment – but what about my work, which has always been my fulfilment? Times are difficult, what will become of all my hard work if I don’t bother? Miaooouuuu!!!
Who knows what the future holds for us. Adam will probably be able to survive a few days without me.
Miaooouuuu!!!
And I’m gone!
Copyright Illustration: Manuela Dona

































































