When you finally catch the red dot, but it's just a reflection

pov: you’re the only cat in a minimalist art exhibit

that one friend who always sits sideways to avoid eye contact

me: *sits on dark mat, upside-down face, green eyes stare*

when you realize the laptop is a throne for your fur-king.

i’m not napping, i’m just rehears

pov: the cat judging your life choices with half-closed eyes

when you hear the treat bag crinkle but it's just the wind

when you finally find the snack but it's just a leaf