I’m tried tired.

There’s this 20 pound coon cat on my lap.  I’d like to get a picture of this very hairy, freezing feline, but both cameras are just out of reach.  

I think he planned it that way.  

To a SciFi writer, those eyes betray a Velociraptor-level intelligence.

I wonder what would happen if I took Ayahuasca and looked into those eyes. Would I find a reptilian from Zeta-Reticuli trying to discuss with me, a lowly human, this construct we called a universe?  

Now that would be like trying to teach physics to a cat.  

Some days, life is so complicated that you have to put things into perspective.

I don’t know about you, but to me the galaxy looks like a cat’s eye.