His seemingly boneless body melted into a puddle of sunlight flooding through the French doors, his soft purring the only proof of life.
A morning of intense parkour – ranging along the couch back, hopping to the desk top, skipping across towering bookshelves, to defying gravity arcing vertical walls – exhausted him. Conservation of movement and minimization of impact are his physics acumen, a feline birthright.
Roused by a silence internal alarm, he stretched with languid grace, his paws kneading the air, his jaws opening wide in a raptorial yawn,
A bird outside chirped. Unconcerned, he turned his back to the window.
Ah the life of a cat. It sounds very muck like ours!
Enjoyed
Ally 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
If there is reincarnation, I want to come back as a cat.
LikeLike