Moving On Without a Backward Glance!

Mona gave us some free reign for today's poetry word and I've been wanting to post this for a long time.

stray cat

the stray tomcat
greedily laps up all the milk
you carefully poured
because he craves it
and it is there…
you offer it unconditionally,
he gobbles the kibble hungrily
only to satiate a nutritional need
but he keeps none of it,
indeed, he treasures not a morsel
of this nourishment,
feels no obligation,
no threads of attachment,
his heart well hidden
under the rough, dull, lack-lustre fur,
covered with burrs,
the only hint of where he’s been,
the only attachment known to him,
evidence of his tough life-
his sandpaper tongue darts out
as he quickly opens and shuts his mouth
only to briefly savour your gift
before sauntering off,
one thirst quenched -
another greater need arising
and he is gone
with a mere flick of his tail -
no looking back.

Perhaps you know people like this too. They take what they need from you and move on, completely disconnected. Did they use you or simply take what you offered them? How are we to feel? Glad that they took our "gift" or sad and hurt that they used us and did not appear appreciative? I'm still pondering.

Mother of Invention, still trying to figure out how people can do this.