(Italian for ‘the blues’)Got my hands on tickets to Sweden today. August. Beaches. White nights. And crayfishes from China.
The straycat outside, who eats ants, seemed worried about this;
I was squatting, while smoking, when he came by parking himself right underneath me as if he wanted me to take a ride on his back.
An invitation to go see his world, in- and out of the bushes, instead. Perhaps. But with a body built on an ant-diet I had my doubts could he support my weight. Also, he’s a cat.
I politely declined the offer, for now, but at least he’s not ignoring me anymore.
One day we’ll go for a ride, Anty.