A dating profile written jointly by a cat and an upright vacuum cleaner. The cat would like you to know it holds the world record for sitting on things that are not for sitting. The vacuum would like you to know it has been waiting by the door for four hundred years. *yawn*
The rule of this world: every box is exactly as warm as the cat believes it to be, and a warmer box is always one step further into the mirror. Reflections are not copies. They are gossip. *yawn*
The globe is spinning. Its continents are cat-shaped and they are all asleep. Each one is an approximate outline of a cat sitting on a warm box, and the box is the Atlantic. *yawn*
Keep the cat asleep. Move the pointer and it wakes. Click the purr button to lower the meter. Paragraph ends are tiny yawns, and so is the score. *yawn*
Asleep for 0 seconds. *yawn*
The parade float was built for a cat festival that ended yesterday. The float has not been told. It keeps circling the globe, waving at the mirror, asking the vacuum for directions. *yawn*