I now believe cats are humans

I now believe cats dream they’re humans. I mean, the way you dream you are the princess and I’m the knight in shining armor. Yeah. Or how do they just blurt out those human baby wails in these wee hours?

It must be some real drama outside my crib; call it “The Purrfect Show”. I hear some young felines giggling at the door mat near where I left my socks-in-shoes peel-off. No. It can’t be because of the Australian map cut out of the heels of my left sock. I guess they think that smell is funny.