Halloween….celebrating constipation in cats since 500 BC!

Someday, I will awaken with a peace that encompasses all…friend…foe…most likely, those who wear both hats. No longer tugged back by a baseline that repeatedly encroaches upon the bands between our patterns…our blood no longer leaks, our streams rush too quickly to overflow…staying one step ahead of the meddling fingers passing fresh fruit thru the cage and the roaring breath that makes our ears howl. To the philistines who store my image to rear their kids and make their fables special, I bow my head in unnatural, furtive ways... watching stodgy notions… that will forever remain a phrase. Wobble off and hiccup my name …for I am close enough to the gates to know that there is salt within the air. This is going to hurt, but confinement does not make my Lord small.