Now, as much as I would love to do exactly as this cat feels, my rationale mind won't allow it. Sure would make me feel a heck of a lot better, but those darn prison uniforms just don't flatter my coloring at all.
Scratching someones eyes out feels equally appealing to me. Just let the old claws and teeth fly and have at it. Geez, sounding like some violent serial killer aren't I?
What I can't comprehend is how those are usually the same people who can't see the forest for the trees? They can escape without a scratch from the worst encounters ever seen. Nothing or no one can touch them. They live to see another day. They live to hurt again. They turn their backs on those on life support, hanging by a thread. Fair weather friends.
For now, I will stay hidden. Isolated. Saving my strength for a battle I am more likely to survive.
THIS looks like exactly where I want to be. I need to be.