Cat Serenade Weather
Tonight is cat serenade weather. On beautiful nights, such as these, cats sit up on the high walls, cuddled up nice and comfy against a tree, and maow yaow their hearts out. I remember, my mysterious serenader back in Gulshan. A shadowy black one, I never did get to see his face. I just remember glowing eyes, a soft hint of fur and the somber maows of that one.
Katt (I have no better name to give him), was mournful. Its as if the soft wetness of nights such as these would bring out all the hopes and dreams of a lost love from within him. Katt would station himself right in front of my window to the north, and serenade me for hours. And huddled up under the blankets, all warm and cozy, I would listen to him and those wordless words of love and my heart would go out to him and his yearnings.
