And I am the old rat, always caught unaware. I admit, these sly feline-like memories leave one a bit woozy sometimes, especially whenever one’s guard is down. For the young, as they rush about their day-to-day with nary a care in the world, sentimentality is just laughable. I once asked, what happens when loneliness and old memories come in the night? Like her, I wish to eventually move in with both these feline memories, and what’s left of my demons.