Thoughts transmitted to me by my cat:
I am quite hungry. But it's comfortable sitting here. And if I go downstairs, I might be forced to go outside. It's dangerous out there. And cold, and windy. When I sniffed the air earlier, it smelt like there could be some rain later. And I don't want to get caught in that. I'm hungrier than earlier now. I might make a strange noise in a minute to signify hunger, loneliness, and my perception of the noiseless humming from beyond. The universe is in order. Just.