There's this cat sunning itself on a sill, gazing lazily out through a clear window at a street where everything is normal, half asleep yet missing little still...and do you know every time it asks me why I'm doing this or that time seems to stop.
What does that cat know, I wonder, that I don't?
Sometimes I'm the master and sometimes I'm the pet.
What does that cat know, I wonder, that I don't?
Sometimes I'm the master and sometimes I'm the pet.
Category Story / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 50 x 50px
File Size 541 B
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