I am in a house of madness with a screaming madman who deludes himself he is the Cat God. He’s no more the Cat God than I’m the Queen of Sheba.
Category: CATS
Cat under a cold tin roof
My cat is contemplative, like me. She looks out the window, lost in her own thoughts. I try to imagine what they are. Cleopatra? Catnip treats? Certainly not Covid.
Cat House
My cat is writing her autobiography. Her penmanship is scratchy at best so I am her scribe. She wants it transcribed on parchment paper.