Dreams of a Kitten by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

Dreams of a Kitten

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Concentrating on his task, and paying no attention to what if

anything was notable at higher levels, nor what was going on

beneath him, he climbed to what appeared to be the top. He

sniffed at the ceiling cover and found that the smell was the

same as that of the wall; something like that experience of

someone downwind on an Intel burn day. Miffed, he used his snout

to gently push on the ceiling and saw that it gave easily. It

had moved about two inches, but when he stopped pushing it

stopped moving. It exposed a bit more of the infrequent light

which sometimes had creeped through the cracks in the old

plastic, which the increasing majority denied.

He remained there and thought some things over. He hated the

rude limitation imposed, but didn’t want to risk falling,

through extending too much energy and losing his footing when

already so high up. His fear was alleviated when he absurdly