I look at the cats outside, and I envy them – sometimes.
They don’t have the self-image, I do.
I see them eating out of garbage cans, and I feel sorry for them.
Sometimes, I want to run away and join them, and lead them to a better life.
But my people would miss me, so I stay here.
Sometimes I look out at them, and sometimes I look inward, as though in a mirror.
Jabberwocky walked in from the kitchen and saw MoongChee sitting on the living room floor in front of the recliner. As he walked closer, Jabberwocky got a big grin on his face as the wheels in his little head began to turn. “MoongChee,” he said. “Have you ever been to the circus?” “Isn’t that the […]
Jabberwocky walked down the snowy sidewalk, which was as white as his blinding fur. He meowed at a puddle and tapped at it with his paw – he was thirsty and tried to take a sip from the puddle, but stopped when he realized it was frozen. He frowned at his reflection, moving forward into […]
