Observations

Once upon a time, there was a miller who had three sons and when that miller died each son received some form of inheritance. The eldest brother gained the mill, and the middle brother was given the mules, but the youngest brother was given a cat and he felt cheated. Little did he know that the feline was no ordinary cat, but one who wore a pair of boots.  The cat worked hard for his Master and after some time he had made the youngest son rich beyond his wildest dreams and engaged  to the princess of the land. But still...the cat wondered, "Will I ever win a bride for myself?"

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Sometimes when he watched his students fawn over Mytho, he would think about marriage.

Which didn't happen very often.

The thinking about marriage part, not the fawning over Mytho part.

Marriage wasn't respected like it used to be anymore, spouses treated each other so carelessly in these modern times. Mr. Cat had watched many a student's hearts break into thousand of shards only for their true love to come along and piece them up together again.

The thing about that was that sometimes after their heart were mended they would reject the person that mended it and shatter that child's heart. Mr.Cat was wise enough to know that love is usually not a two way street and that even after all your hard work you might not get any reward.

But Mr.Cat also knows that it's worth it. Love, that is.  
He treasures it.
Yearns for it.
And yet…
He does not receive it.

He brings his class to attention by threatening marriage to Miss Duck. She jumps and covers her mouth, such a strange girl he thinks to himself. But he feels a sort of a kinship to her.

He can tell that she can almost understand how important love is. How her dance should come from her emotions and that love as well stems from all emotions. Sometimes when  he sees her in the courtyard talking in hushed worried tones to Fakir, he can feel it. This sense of love; like she is bearing out her heart for the world to see. But he can tell she is struggling, there is something stopping her, confusing her, something forcing her through a never ending dance of emotions.

She is trying to hide something, or maybe something deep within her is yearning for something.

Whatever it is, he will watch and wait.

That's all he has ever done.

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An old cat walks down a dirt road and comes to a dock on a pond that was once called despair.

There is a chair on the dock with a young man writing, the young man eyes are determined and his body is stiff.

A duck quacks at the young man, and he smiles and sticks his feet in the water. The duck
nibbles at his toes until finally this boy turned man rolls up his trousers and slides into the pond with care. The duck quacks happily and as the cat watches on he hears his mate call for him not far off.  The cat licks his paw and continues to walk towards his family.

He wonders if any other cat could be as content as he is.