Mrs. Human said make it short, because she needs the computer for more important stuff. So there you have it, it is not possible to live in symbiosis with a human. Someone has to do the organising and someone has to follow instructions. I told Mrs. Human that the computer is now reserved for my important views from the feline world and cats are first, humans somewhere lower along the line. I suppose Mrs. Human would be second as there is nothing else here to take the place.
If I want something done, like emptying my litter tray or my food bowl being filled then I give my instructions to my staff, Mrs. Human, and she does the necessary, so forget symbiosis. I adopted Mrs. Human, to work and not discuss technical details on the meaning of life. I am the meaning in her life, that is quite clear.
I have symbiosis with a hair ball and the hairball has symbiosis with my fur. It is a feline circle of necessary recycling. I swallow the fur, form a hairball and reproduce the hairball for a worthy symbiosis. If the hairball is not accepted by me, Mrs. Human disposes of it in the garbage. That is not symbiosis, that is one of her purposes in life. We might live in the same place, but that is necessary as she must always be attending to my needs.
There is perhaps a certain symbiosis with birds and mice. If I catch one, they would be a perfect meal, but they are not easy to catch. Felines amongst themselves do not have symbiosis, as we do not like each other. We have a territorial symbiosis, and every feline has its own. The word “share” does not exist in meow, so it depends on who can run faster than the others, or who has the longest and sharpest claws. I was always very fast on my paws and I find that the best solution. Why fight when it can be solved otherwise.
And now I mushttps://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/symbiosis/t go, not because Mrs. Human is still hovering and waiting for the computer, but I have other things to do. I have a very strong symbiosis with sleep.