The Legacy aka Pink Pussy Cat Doesn't Care

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What would you do if you spotted a Crimson Cat in your neighbourhood on an uneventful Wednesday? Would you and your friends stare at it in a cocktail of awe, suspicion and mild excitement? Or would you continue your tragic commute and pretend nothing rebellious just strutted past your parked scooter?

Let me tell you how this usually goes. You, noble citizen of civilization, would first blink in disbelief. Then photograph it from seventeen angles. Then discuss its “aura.” Shortly after, you would decide it needs to be captured, caged, branded and converted into a weekend spectacle. The wisest among you might even send it to a zoo where it can remain imprisoned forever, magnifying the spiritual experience of strangers until it quietly dies of loneliness, boredom and fatigue.

And all the Crimson Cat ever wanted was to chase some mice, eat them with dignity, and pass out under a tree with a signature purr, the kind that says, ‘I paid my emotional taxes today.’ The Cat had no say in its Crimson-ness. It was as ordinary as any other cat, with typical cat ambitions and zero interest in becoming a philosophical metaphor.

So how exactly is it the Cat’s fault that it was born visually inconvenient? How is it fair that its freedom was exchanged for your moment of entertainment? Was it fate that dragged it to a world allergic to difference? Or destiny that convinced it to abandon its dreams and start believing it was defective instead of just... crimson?

Think, people, think. Think before you brand, label, cage and categorise cats, people, emotions or anything that dares to exist beyond your comfort zone. Maybe it’s not the Cat that needs fixing. Maybe it’s your vision that needs a prescription upgrade and a serious reality check.

The crimson doesn’t define the Cat. It never did. You may brand it a Pink Pussy, crown it Miss Misfit or tag it as Emotional Liability 101, but its soul remains stubbornly unchanhed. The Cat knows who she is. And frankly, it is more self-aware than most of us on a Wednesday before coffee.

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