Pierre Jules Theophile Gautier (French poet, dramatist, novelist, journalist, and literary critic, 1811 – 1872)
TIME: 6:44 PM
PLACE: Master bedroom
It has been a cold, cold day with a high of about 20 degrees Fahrenheit. On days like this, I wish I could be like the cat, curling up on my master’s flannel shirt he left on the dresser, sleeping most of the day. The only time I would get up would be to eat or use the litter box. Then I would return to my nest, and seeing my mistress with her camera, give her a good stare. After she takes my photo, I will give her another look which says, “Did you get what you wanted? Fine, now quit bothering me so I can go back to sleep.” That would be the life.