What’s the point of this all? one might ask, and I too have asked myself this question several times. In the beginning those pages were planned as a pure, conventional “blog” to inform the cat-freaks among my facebook friends first and foremost about the destinies of tomcat Kalle and and the now sadly deceased Gizmo, who found a new family among my other mini tigers. The whole thing in a pure, conventional (yawn) blog style, underpinned with a few pictures.
At some point my creative streak must have run wild with me and I began to rework one of my postings, embellished it ever further and garnished it with some intricacies of the german language. the birth hour of the devoted cat servant and his furred dominions was ushered in. Since then, every noteworthy experience of my cats appears in this style. Okay, NEARLY every story, because for some situations there is no room for a humorous writing style and it depends on my individual emotional situation, too. Every single post runs through many revisions before and often even after publishing, the peak value was 40 revisions because I always come up with something new and some of it is discarded again after rereading it.
Later i cancelled Facebook and off i went to the Fediverse, because I had become very sensitive to privacy and personal data protection and the data collection madness of the “big” social networks was becoming too much for me. The visits on my Blog went against zero and I wanted to give up several times, because I found it quite sad that you obviously have to chew over everything for all the people who have always “liked” the post announcements which means: Everything that does not appear on Facebook with a clickable link, preferably with a picture, does not exist for them. Until i reflected that i’m doing this whole thing mainly for ME. It means a lot of fun to me to write, to embellish and exaggerate excessively and this is how i stayed with it,albeit with some looong breaks in between.
Are those stories real or are they made up?
All those stories are, at least at their core, true experiences, however, like mentioned above, for the (major) part excessively exaggerated and embellished, in real life the “servant” would never harbor any evil thoughts towards his proteges, not to mention follow up with actions. And no, cats can’t really talk, although I’m not sure about that, because Garfield and Jon… But let’s not go there.
The servant, in the blog an in undignity aged unworldly, sinister, misanthropic, cynical curmudgeon with unpleasantly creaky voice, grief-stricken, with deep anger wrinkles in the face as well as constantly driven by desire for revenge, is in real life an absolute cat freak, who has sometimes already gathered up to six cats around him, introverted, blessed with multiple, constantly changing interests (or cursed, depending on how you look at it) as well as he is absolutely free of any anger wrinkles. Nevertheless, if you know him really good and take a careful look, sometimes a tiny little part of the servant described in the posts can be found in him, too.
At the time of writing those pages he is interested in all kinds of PC-related things, woodworking, crocheting, photography, psychology, buddhism and philosophy. A true bore, isn’t he?