I sometimes wish I was a cat.

Not just for the convenience of being able to sleep all day but who cares what a cat does? Put me in a basket on an airplane and let me synchronise purr with the engines.

When the wind hits the wings, we can all call it purr-bulence.

I like the sound of purring. It's like the rumbling of wheels over asphalt. Not under the airplane, but in my lap.

Let's make it customs that decide which cat you are. Are you Calico, Ginger or a walking Void?

In the end it doesn't matter.

We all board the same airplane. ✈️ 

I don't like typing on mobile, but I thought I'd share my thoughts.

Stay well 🐾