Do you see any spines of interest?

The mounds at midnight look warmer than my chair. I pretend to be a blanket
and drape myself over her still hip.

I dreampt of a cold wind ruffling
my hair as I walked the street
my long nails clicking the stars
of sidewalks. I spotted a pigeon
He looked twice the size of his
brothers, he and others gathered
on the grate of a tower’s heating vent
They cupped their feathers, let heat
get at their skin. I leapt and bit air
and he and the others only hopped
cooed “oh sister, silly sister”

Cat in helmet; Do not let the tall ones try this at home. Be extra cautious of any citrus peeling spray.

Are you ever walking around mulling over quantum mechanics, seem to be making progress out of no where you get a fierce itch on your toe and chew it. When that is done satisfactorily you look up and realize the line of the equation the solution has vanished.

Me too.

I have conquered and subdued four legs and sprawl across my empire, a degree or three warmer than these bounceless lands.

They long stay in their rest, tumbling
like kittens, panting like pups in summer
and then diving like fish again into the sheets.
No use my asking for lunch meal yet.
I lick my hip thoroughly and wait.

I wait for the shallowing of breathing. I hover nearer their forms. Their body temperatures should rise as they come near waking, and more imporantly, feeding me. I will bask in the flare of their pre-waking heat to limber my limbs for the bowl quest and the race of victory after the feast.

This world is full of surprises this week.

They came home with a huge tube. It had that deliciously crinkly sounds like a cat treat bag. I went over to sniff but they wouldn’t let me near.

As it turned out, it wasn’t. It opened and unrolled and there wasn’t a treat. But it does look like a good nap spot.

After a good sniff over the length and width I sat and contemplated the rugness.

Yep, should be ok. I approve. It can stay.

When I eneter my toilet, I never know what I’ll find. I don’t mean cleaning, this time.

Sometimes it’s sand. For a while it was clay clumps. It was a perfumed dust then some sort of grass product. Lately it’s been a heavy work-out sharp clay and then this morning, I blinked and stared.

White. Radiating too much warmth and dryness to be snow. it’s all white silica. Big chrystals of it. If I knock a clean piece out first, makes a good toy too.