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Cat, you tumble down the street
As if it were your bed.
I think such luck is a treat,
Like feeding without being fed.

You're just a pawn in the hands
Of fate, as stones are, and people!
You follow your instinct and glands;
What you feel you feel -- it's simple.

Because you are like that you are happy;
You're all the nothing you see.
I look at myself -- it's not me.
I know myself -- I'm not I.

Fernando Pessoa, Jan, 1931

Model: my cat, Rodolph

Hope you like it

Description
Cat, you tumble down the street
As if it were your bed.
I think such luck is a treat,
Like feeding without being fed.

You're just a pawn in the hands
Of fate, as stones are, and people!
You follow your instinct and glands;
What you feel you feel -- it's simple.

Because you are like that you are happy;
You're all the nothing you see.
I look at myself -- it's not me.
I know myself -- I'm not I.

Fernando Pessoa, Jan, 1931

Model: my cat, Rodolph

Hope you like it