Enter The Cats

Cats. These strange, infinite beings. It is time this came out. I know, I know, there really is no reason. No one will be saved, or even helped by knowing. But still. The truth has a way of wiping away confusion. And clarity. Knowledge. That's what we all want, isn't it? 

Cats, their strange paws, dexterous and dainty and violent. They are such sensuous creatures, with murder always in their eyes, the hunt shining inside their recoiled muscles, even in their acts of affection. They are so splendid and uncontrollable. 

It is no great mystery why the Sphinx surveys that landscape of sand. That is where where they first flexed their clawed fist of influence. That is where they first came through.

Their wild ancestors still roam the streets there, tiny and lit with power, claws like keys, opening the infinite for thousands of small flying creatures, which weren't flying high enough. 

Cats. It is those claws, which they now use to open the inner worlds of field mice, bats, voles, songbirds - which they use to expose the lovely pink musk of small abdomens.  

They opened our world with them as well. 

They tasted the lovely pink musk of our world, drunk on the scent of rodent and infused by bird song. And they found the thumbs of our hands desirable. And they take what they will.