Taku has put himself behind the lamp, on the top shelf. This is why: At dawn, he sat between my shoulder blades, and bit my head. While I was cleaning his box, he got himself alone in the room with the rosemary plant, and had his way with it. While I was in my bedroom, he knocked a glass of water into my half-unpacked suitcase. And later, he ate part of the hamper. (It’s made of straw. He loves to eat plants–much to the detriment of the rosemary.) So I hollered a little. And there he is now, on the shelf, looking utterly serene until you notice that his eyes are still spinning counterclockwise.
(Originally posted November 30, 2017)