I grip them for a while every morning. Nobody explained why, it simply seems to be the position. My paws are small, the bars are not.

Grey mush, four beans, a slice of bread and a bowl of something brown. I have examined this tray forty one times and it has never once been fish.

Same sky, further away. There is a tower with a man in it who has never looked at me once, and honestly that is the most restful part of my day.