Bella ponders her Bella world: Ahhhh life, the universe, that squirrel. Who are we, what is this all about? Who is “cat”? Who are “cat”? Should I maybe go with a salad on occasion, hit the gym? Where are my shoes? Oh, wait, right, that’s a Steve thing, back to existential cat.
Breeze, from whence do you come, who bringeth you, (I’m a cat, I didn’t say ‘whence’ or ‘bringeth’ and who talks like that anyway?) is there a cat greater than all of us, greater than me? Is there still anything left in my bowl? I’ll check later.
Early morning sunshine, the glory, should I clean myself or maybe stretch or even just continue to sit and wonder? What is the nature of all of this? Why do I like bells in plastic balls so much or crumpled toilet paper wrappers? Did I mention that squirrel?
No, seriously, there’s a squirrel. Look, he’s right there!
Who is “cat”? Why am I “cat”?
Wow, this is exhausting …
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