Their cat condos are on the back porch, facing my window. They encourage me to discard all my work, and run to see their latest discovery. This is typical of most cats: the arrogant tilt to their head, the leisurely manner in which they stretch out inch by inch, undulating in the sun. Who do they think they are?
What? Do you not see?
I thought you knew, understood,
life is about me.
Original work of the author, with an explanation from the cats of the world, 10-10-10