Favourite Thing

Scattered on the ground, the garbage pieces render a pathway to his charm, climbs up the roofs and the trees above, keeping the beat with his four-legged march. His courage is at its peak, he needs no introduction, in his mind he's one hell of a cat. Waving his tail and bouncing his head he approaches this window we all know gives him a chill on the back. Puts his nose on the glass, then rubs his cheeks against it, he's leaving her a little bit of his mark. No much to say, anywhere is everywhere, everything is messed up. It’s not so easy to leave a message on her answering machine, curiosity killed the cat.

Ambiguity is her name, pretending her disguise, another beautiful pussycat dancing ballet on her paws. A little feline angel with the devil in her eyes, she’d press her claws against your back to let you know she’s having fun, everything is alright; then leave a little fur on you to remind you that every time you’re gone, she will miss you much, and you will miss her so.

Yesterday she went out hunting and today she'll grab a bite, because tomorrow is coming closer than you know. He ain’t getting lost yet but the language of purr whispers and blows, like rumors in a box: Enough for tonight.

Woke up in the morning feeling holed-up and blue, stepped into the kitchen, had a little milk; thought about the birds outside who were laughing at the white drops falling from his whiskers as he tried to breathe life into a letter. If only they’d seen kitty after midnight, they wouldn't need to understand why it surely ain’t that bad to be just another stray cat hopelessly jumping someone else’s walls.

Dirt on her mirror, floors and sink too, kitty is a mess, no matter what, there's simply no help so come out and play. One day they'll be at the garden outside, together rolling their backs against the grass on a nearby park, go scratch some rotten trees, steal a little piece, and live like two bohemian criminals, tiptoeing on the piano and running up and down, the streets of Berlin.

Ambiguity.