An adultescent cat tale by Patricia.
This cat makes me think of someone I knew.
Even in middle age his interests and actions were like a teenager.
I think he was afraid of growing old.
He didn’t know growing up doesn’t mean becoming like an old codger.
I guess he thought to be an adult meant boredom and monotony.
He didn’t know he could be mature,
have fun and play, be youthful and adventuresome.
He was an adultescent.
It was kinda sad.