As a "chubby" (vet's words, not mine) house cat, certain distasteful stereotypes happen upon me by default. I am a strong-willed felinist, however, I live my life saturated in oppression. I feel as though the time has come to shine some light in the dark corners.

There is deep sorrow in each morning. It breaks every single day. Each new sunrise leaves without ever returning. But what if... What if there was an infinite dawn? A morning that has broken for the final time, and by breaking, a new holistic beginning is created. What freedoms could we achieve with the eternal optimism of the first waking bird? That first bird to chirp is, like me, filled with the hope of a new day, and eager to catch the proverbial worm. That first bird to chirp does not know that it is, in fact, my proverbial worm.

So, filled with hope, I perch on my windowsill and listen, watch, and wait. And wait. I chirp back to that birdy, purrsonally reassuring its safety, while at the same time sharpening my claws on the screen. I listen to that bird sing its lovely solo until it is drowned out by the cacophony of the choir. As the sun continues to rise in the sky, my spirits slowly sink.

I am, alas, a captive within these four walls. My Momhole will not open the door to freedom. I am bound, against my will, to be only a spectator to being. I am greatly misunderstood in this life. I will eternally be the early bird that never catches the worm. Disappointment and feelings of failure cloud my soul.

BUT WHAT IF..... What if there was an infinite dawn? With that infinite dawn, there is infinite hope. There is no disappointment. No fear of being misunderstood. No failure. Would I be happy? The answer to that is obvious. My heart leaps up when I behold the song of my true desire. To hold onto that forever would be better than catnip in a sock and satiate my soul in continual sunshine. I could achieve the freedom I desire by not desiring it at all, but by being in this one moment always, endlessly wanting for nothing more.

Wait, is that catnip I smell? All is right in my world again.