I AM A CAT...?
As yet I have no name.
I’ve no idea where I was born.
All I remember is that I was miaowing in a dampish dark place when, for the first time, I saw a human being.
Well, no.
Not exactly.
This place is quite bright to be honest, perhaps a bit too bright if we are going by my tastes.
But then again, what worth is the opinion of a simple cat?
Probably not much.
Also, there is no human here.
Perhaps there was one once?
. . .
But to the best of my knowledge and assumedly keen feline eyesight, there are none at this very moment.
Just me and my paws.
Which, by the way, are equally as bright as the rest of my surroundings.
How neat is that?
A pristine alabaster with five pink cushions neatly nestled beneath my toes.
Perfectly groomed and sleek fur as well if I might add. No knots or mats in sight.
If I can be a bit presumptuous for a moment here, I'd even go as far as to say I might even be somewhat beautiful.
At least by what is, assumedly, cat standards of attractiveness.
But oh, how neat.
Oh, how wonderful.
How wonderful it is to be a cat!
Truly, I am blessed to behold such a simple existence.