“...at dawn, the grains of sleep turn to floating black spots, then out of focus the world tilts, and the cat scratches at the door...”

“...I'm not in control and without a firm spot, like Archimedes I can't move the world - let alone your heart..”

“...why is my cat a Muse? the cat has the rare grace of never saying a word too much― Mark Twain ...that's why ...”

“...I look out at the world through your transparent face...”

“......and not out of fear or loneliness, but only to find myself again... for we have come too far my Life, to turn back now...”

“...the wind has a purpose - to rattle the window panes, disturb the cat and make me miss you ...”

“...today there are bars of light on the rug, but Muse Cat prefers his tomato box where he can dream in private...”