It is so easy when we see things to do as tasks so that we can complete them efficiently. We are good at that kind of stuff.
Mortimer hung around the BIZ canteen, the BIZ School and SoC. Some people found him a nuisance. Some found him adorable, funny and clever.
Whether or not he was any of these was an issue. Because there were those who didn’t mind having him around but there were also those who just wanted to get rid of him.
Getting rid of something is easy enough. You take the most efficient approach. Fast, clean and no need for follow-ups.
After all, Mortimer is just a cat.
A cat who can’t tell us what a bunch of idiots we are for thinking the worst of them. A cat who can’t say “Stop, I don’t need this.”
A cat who is expandable. Like every animal that gets put on a plate.
An animal who is a loner and who minds its own business. What do we expect? Furry cuddles and life-long devotion after we feed, pat and care for it?
When we do not know what a cat is all about, how about considering something simple like this - a cat is a life.
Or in Mortimer’s case – not anymore.