Have you ever noticed a cat's tendency to locate the one patch of texture on the ground that differs from its surroundings, and inevitably lay on it? Sometimes a jacket, sometimes a bag. Those would make some degree of sense, the sake of comfort being considered. I would probably want to lie down on a big parka myself, given the choice between that and concrete.
But I have seen cats snoozing on nothing more than a sheet of paper, as if they wanted their dreams to be burned into narrative.
Perhaps it is as simple as every cat fancying itself a sleek predator, master of its own island.
No flashing mirrors.
No bonfires.
No inanimate sidekicks.
Just claws and hair, and the knowledge that in the figure and ground, one needs a bit of water to make an island.
But I have seen cats snoozing on nothing more than a sheet of paper, as if they wanted their dreams to be burned into narrative.
Perhaps it is as simple as every cat fancying itself a sleek predator, master of its own island.
No flashing mirrors.
No bonfires.
No inanimate sidekicks.
Just claws and hair, and the knowledge that in the figure and ground, one needs a bit of water to make an island.
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