Illusions of Grandeur

Note: Hope you enjoy this short piece I wrote as an exercise for my local writers group. NRB

I have no illusions of grandeur. I am amazing. Now if only these creatures, my servants, would realize this. These beings inhabit my home and hand out orders, expecting me to come to them or to acknowledge their measly existance. They don’t know. They have no idea the force and power they are playing with.

I have three servants – slaves, really, if you want to know the truth of the matter – two female and a male. The slaves, like all of their kind, are definitely beneath my station in life, but are a necessity. They are an insubordinate bunch and I don’t care for them. They would not be here except my condition requires I have some assistance in certain matters. If I were to be completely honest with you, though, I could do without the male. I don’t care for him. I regurgitate on the floor to show my disgust with him. When I acknowledge him at all, that is. I try to busy myself with my grooming regiment when he is looking as a sign of just how unimportant he really is in my existence.

The two females are more interesting to me. The young one is my personal chef, preparing the moist food for my delicate pallet. The older woman is my housekeeper. I have no illusions of grandeur. I know these creatures have no other purpose than to cater to me. Is that not evident?

Because of them, I am able to lead the life I desire. A lazy life, true, but it is the life I was destined for. Sleeping when I want, not having to work, roaming around whenever and wherever my soul desires. I have a distant cousin who roams the plains of Africa. A more exciting life, I know, but much more difficult I am sure. Now, don’t get me wrong; I have very few complaints about how my life has turned out. No regrets, I say. Why should I have regrets when there is nothing I can do about yesterday? Move on, that’s my motto.

Although, there is something to be said for knowing your past and knowing where you come from. Personally, I come from royalty. My ancestors were worshiped. I am not far removed, in the grand scheme of things, from my African cousins. More civilized, yes, but I have no problems with that. I am almost certain those cousins have no servants to see to their every whim, their every desire. I know my cousins do not have the luxuries I have been afforded.

I have no illusions of grandeur. Like those who have gone before me, I am a mighty hunter and occasionally leave my decapitated prey where it will be noticed. You should see the look on the older female servant’s face when I present the evidence of my prowess. Just thinking about it causes me to grin.

I don’t grin often. Even I would admit I am usually cruel. My servants know this. Manners are something for the weak and less privileged. I have been known to attack people and things for reasons best known only unto myself. It keeps everyone around me on their toes, while reminding them of their place in society.

So, you see, I have no illusions of grandeur. I, like all my feline brothers and sisters, am amazing.