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

“...at morning, I'm unruffled - I'll sit with my tea and Muse Cat beside me and listen to the soft chime of the grandfather clock...”

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

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

“...you ask me why I compare you to stars - it's simple - that's where your goddess has fled...”

“...Why did just my eyes adore you - Have you ever wondered that? well, as Hegel said, “Too fair to worship, too divine to love.”...”

“...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...”