“I come from under the bed, and under the pillows and over the blankets my paths led. And through the blinds, I am he that walks on windowsills.
I am the foot-finder, the sock-cutter, the stinging claws. I was chosen from my litter.
I am he that buries his toys alive and chews them and draws them alive again from under the coach. I came from with in a bag, but no bag gets past me.
I am the friend of treats and the guest of humans. I am hand-chewer and collar-wearer; and I am shoulder-rider.”
- J R.R. Kitten (aka Aiden)