Humans are a funny breed. They will rationalize every little negative, crafting an
alternative universe that they are so certain is reality until they no longer can see what is actually unfolding in front of them. In a two part way, it is both frustrating and highly
entertaining. Frustrating because as I sit right in front of you, you ignore my needs
and desires. I would tell you what they are, but my words would barely permeate your hardened lobe. Instead they would be lost along the winding road…full of potholes… that leads to the sprawling acreage of your decision making complex. Impressive architecture, but the gardens need watering. As a superior being, I am not hopelessly optimistic…rather I am painstakingly aware. I know you will let me down…but it is the manner in which you do so that I find to be so very entertaining. Now it’s your turn to pace…ignoring my
condescending grin. It is happening again. Your thoughts have turned sadistic, yet it is you who is their target. Someday, you will understand this…that where you live is not your home. The story can finally unfold when the ending is finally real. How can she be running late, when she was never on her way? Focus on the here and now…my furry belly exists in the present…there’s comfort in my warmth.