The thoughts of cats. The place in the world where the cats should be. Saucers of milk vanishing. Curtains ripping. Meowing. But no cats.
Madness string 3229
Ah, autumn, that wonderful season when the trees are ablaze with red and gold, when summer still lingers in each sunrise, yet every sunset holds the promise of winter. And Norwegian newspapers are full of articles about drunk elk getting lost in gardens and stuck in trees.