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.
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.
My cat is writing her autobiography. Her penmanship is scratchy at best so I am her scribe. She wants it transcribed on parchment paper.
No venomous snakes in the bungalow
Cats in ancient Egypt were believed to be magical creatures that brought good luck to their owners. Cats killed venomous snakes and protected the Pharoah.