the cat

thinks i'm crazy always messing about with these inanimate things that are good for nothing (unless they roll). there's also his plate but it's too small and he transfers everything to the floor, it's clean anyway. the way i peel on and off fake fur, he's sorry for me and tries to lick my naked skin out of pity. and then there's furry covers or carpets or blankets and that's when he thinks now we're talkin'. the cat is a bit of a mobster.