The Confession of a Cat

like a pile of compressed fog caught on a twig at the mountainwaist the cat hunches on the sofa’s shoulder where i see the whole house of life genetically domesticated behind the doors that most hateful human invention   yes, i am a bimental being as my feline friend has revealed i can readily detect the moods of my human family members often switching my personality with my drifting kittenhood as i tease or avoid them behind doors who know i enjoy solitary stalking and respect my rented privacy but none of them was born in the year of my … Continue reading The Confession of a Cat