A cat speaks about humans.


 I live in a very restricted space with a humanoid who calls me “Adelaide”.

Of course I’d rather be outside – exploring, wandering and hunting.

But I make the best of my confinement.  The humanoid feeds me and caresses me: - and that ain’t bad.

He also made a perch for me.  From that perch I can see the birds, the ducks, and the anoles.

It’s better than nothing, and the loo/bathroom is so handily nearby.




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