Exercise 3 (Anna)

I would like … No, wait, what about that? String! … Yum! That’s moving! I wonder what that would taste like? Would it feel nice in my mouth? Is she using that? … Wow! It’s snowing! … Yum! That tea was scrumptious. I wonder where my ball went. Did it go in the place where it went before? What was that place? Yum! … What is she saying? She is always looking at me when I am on the stairs. She is always sitting in the same place. Why doesn’t she go outside? She could go outside at any time! She could eat anything, at any time! Why doesn’t she? … Yum! I love this rug. I love to claw this rug. I love to chew this rug. Oh, yum! … I miss the outside… Is that a bird? Is that a sound? Where is that sound coming from? Oh, I know, it’s that warm air place. Oh, I wish I knew where my ball was. It was… Oh wait, here she comes. She is on her stomach. I tried that. I couldn’t reach it. But she is so much bigger than me. Oh here it comes, that’s my ball. Wow. It’s amazing how quickly it gets stuck somewhere new. … Oh she is putting on her hat. This is the terrible part of my day. She turns the light out and I have to stay here in the dark! And it takes so long for things to happen in the dark! You don’t see anything until it’s actually touching you. Sometimes I can go to sleep on the couch for most of the time she is away. Usually the food doesn’t last long enough to entertain me. … She left once and I finally had enough energy and focus to attack all the window plastic and shred it to shreds! … She was surprised. Now there’s not much left to destroy. … Yum! I forgot about this feeling. Oh, this warm feeling. Every time I brush against her leg I feel warm. And then I jump on her lap. I can tell what she’s thinking. I can tell when she is thinking about me. Sometimes she talks to me. Sometimes she just touches me, over and over, and I know she’s thinking about me. … Yum! What a great feeling! Now is a good time for that. … Oh wait, I feel that other little itching in my groin area. I better get in my sandy cave. It’s ridiculously dark in my sandy cave. Sometimes I pee on myself. I have to rub my legs in the sand and kick it around to dry off. When I am done, sometimes I forget why I’m there. I can stand in the sandy cave and look through the flap and everything looks strange. In that position sometimes I remember things. … Mornings when she is sleeping are my favorite times. She smells warm and moist. Her hair is all over the pillow. It looks like another cat, a very thin cat who gets to sleep so close to her. When I get that close to her she brushes me away with her hand. I get very anxious at that time unless I am making some kind of noise. She has a wall hanging with a tinkly bell attached to it that makes a perfect companion for me. … I want her to wake up but also I don’t, because when she wakes up usually she leaves me shortly thereafter. I would prefer to be able to sleep as long as she sleeps, without interruption. Imagine how blissful that would be: not to stir, not to wonder, not to have to check on anything.