Kitzy curled his tiny paws around his legs and flopped – he was exhausted! He’d spent the better part of an entire cat day (one human hour) trying to leap onto Leah’s chair, bobbing his head up and down, but she wouldn’t give him any space – she was too busy clacking on that little board and chuckling.

In his dream, endless plains of green stretched under a bright sun. Kittens of all ages pranced, nipping at cat grass or chasing butterflies and a few pesky rabbits. A stream ran down a distant mountain through the plains, shimmering crystal blue and full of small trout and salmon. Conifers lined the banks – there was a tree for every cat and each had its own mound of dirt. Kitzy took his time marking his tree and mound.

Filled with catty optimism, Kitzy padded over towards the stream and sunk his teeth into a salmon. He yanked on the esophagus, and savored the hot blood as he chomped and licked the guts from his maw.

“OW!” Kitzy awoke to Leah’s cry and a hot spurt. “Kitzy? What the hell! Oh my God, no!”