Lion in a coma.

The cat comes and listens and looks for a way to get through the ceiling which I jam shut with an art history textbook and notes. Make it through flying buttresses and barrel vaulted arches and then fine, go on up there, I mean sure, the worst that could happen to you (moon baby) is that you come back down a little dirtier than before. But you (moon baby) just sit on my desk and look up at what’s blocking you and then go to the kitchen and ask for other attention and wander. The good news is that you (moon baby) are cuddly. The bad news is that you (moon baby) are just a little bit stuck to where you are allowed to go.