In the vast universe of the all-together...
There is a place where all doors are open...
Where floors and furnishings are pillow soft...
Where it is always springtime...
Where birdies fly lowly and slowly...
Where grasshoppers are easy to catch...
...and tasty...
Where black dogs don’t offend us...
...by incessantly nosing our butts...
Where people exist simply to stand silently...
...still...
...on their two legs...
...so we can weave figure eights around ‘em.
And the food bowl is always fresh...
...and full.
No human quite knows...
...or can even imagine...
...where that somewhere is.
But I have faith that somewhere exists.
And as of today...
...I’m off to find it.
Godspeed...
...to me.
Romeo,
The Cat.
2003-2020
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