Fiction: A Dr. Suessian Style Daydream of Angel Cats
Bravo, Clint! What a splendid poem to pour over at the end of my day, as my littlest cat slumbers nearby on the sofa. Of course, our two cats do not have visible wings, but I swear they teleport none the less!
You are right, no other creature plays like a cat. But you ought to see my dog inviting to play. Head down, tail up and wagging, a ball of energy zig-zagging round the room, he curves into the letter C when he is especially excited.
What a nice way to start the day