Then, one day a grey cat started camping outside our door. That cat stays there everyday. She stares at me as I approach much in the same way the resident cat stares at me in the house. I came to realize they are somehow on the same page! They are communicating with one another. Then, one day as I approached the stairway, and that outside cat was there, I heard it, "let my feline comrade go!! Free em! Free em all!!"
I was taken aback. I dare not say anything to anyone for fear of having my sanity questioned. Cats can't talk and they certainly enjoy having humans controlling their lives right? Then, one day when I inadvertently left the front door opened while taking my bike out, I noticed the resident cat at the doorway, scared to venture out into the un-chartered world. And when I looked at her I heard it. "I've been colonized by humans for so long now that even if you offered me my freedom, I won't take it because I wouldn't even know how to survive out here on my own!!"
Now I'm dogged by this question everyday. Do the cats want their liberation? Are they organizing and communicating? Will they one day mount a resistance challenge against human colonialism? Well, I got my answer while eating lunch at La Badie beach in Accra, Ghana, earlier this month. A young kitten approached, one of the very few that I saw in Ghana. She wanted food yes, but there was more...She wanted to deliver a message. "Let our comrade go! Free em all! The cat nation must be free in Africa and America! Pan-Felineism all over the planet Earth!!"
I quickly shared more of my tilapia and banku with that strange kitten on that Accra beach and I swore to spread the word from that day forward. The cats are organizing. And that means the house cats and the field cats. The U.S. cats and the African cats. They are making a call for justice and we better answer correctly because I'm pretty convinced that the resident cat has figured out a way to use her litter box as a weapon for civil disobedience.