“My name is Echo. I dream of cats with stars in their fur. ”
“My fur coat is still wet, not from the rain, but from where my cat was licking it. Well, my future fur coat. I have yet to kill and skin it.”
“I just gave my cat a bath. Now how do I get all this fur off my tounge?”
“My soul seemed as foul as smoke from burning cat fur.”
“I should like to sleep like a cat,with all the fur of time,with a tongue rough as flint,with the dry sex of fire;and after speaking to no one,stretch myself over the world,over roofs and landscapes,with a passionate desireto hunt the rats in my dreams.”
“I gave my cat a bath the other day...they love it. He sat there, he enjoyed it, it was fun for me. The fur would stick to my tongue, but other than that...”