Mew. Mew. (I'm a cat. No one knows what I'm really thinking about. Owner boy is a cat too in that regard. No one knows what he's thinking about. We sit in our lair. Our own little world. Where's Izabella?)
jurasic:
She is gone to fetch some cat nip...
escapegoat:
our own thoughts are the "one" thing we have to live with