I like to hide many things,
it is true--all of my cat toys,
every pencil in the house,
balls of fluff,
the Higher Poser's favorite slippers
--but not my feelings.

This is something that I know about myself,
with a clarity as strong as my third eye.

I am what I am.
I accept me. I embrace me. I search for my essential me-ness. I examine my every paw and I lick my fur, unremittingly. I...oh excuse me, is there someone else in the room? I will emerge from the primordial closet and show my fur to the world. No staring, please.

by Tigger
July 12, 1998

Read Tigger's anecdote: Furballs: A cat's point of view