a caturday well spent

I remember wishing I could be reborn as a house cat.

Growing fur during the day. Shedding it at night.

Nestling beds out of someone's leftovers and whatnots.

Chasing intangible beams of light.

And dreaming. Visions of conquered flies, falling leaves and all those little delights I've seen cats cry on and on about as if announcing their triumphs in finding such things.

To be continued.