The Cat House

We yawn, turn out the lights, and drift off to never-never-land. Then the toys come to life! It's the other world. The Cat World. We don't know exactly what goes on during the cat's nocturnal escapades, but sometimes there's a clue. A large painting tilts at a 40 degree angle. A bed coverlet is pulled back to one side. A toothbrush is in the sink. Tufts of deep pile carpet lie on wood floors. Window blinds hang askew. A cracker box sits on the kitchen floor.
The cat sleeps all day. On those rare occasions when he gets playful in the daytime, he runs through the kitchen, skids into a half-stop-half-flip when he sees you coming and tears through the house in the other direction, sounding like a drum solo gone haywire. Or he jumps over your feet when you walk upstairs, hides around the corner, jumps out at you, and runs. The cat does like to play. But soon he's tired of you, so he disappears. You might find him lying in a soft chair somewhere sleeping as his body busily sheds its hair. He might lift his head to yawn, then he's out again, dreaming up his next adventure when the house belongs totally to him again.