Catnip and Catnaps

I don’t like that chair with balls on its legs. I think it has nasty intentions towards my tail. I’m giving it a dog-wide berth from now on. I’ll stay on the desk instead.

The crows are all young and mad out there. Young ones caw and caw. I know how they feel. I can feel my own libida rise. I romp around the house at night scratching things I’m forbidden to touch but beans won’t wake at much. I can do a proper yowl. I’ll wait until full dark.

There’s an ostrich on my balcony.