I've always thought that cats are like angels.
True, it's a bit odd to begin with, but think about it. Angels are always flitting about, in the alleys, around people you normally wouldn't associate with, and we never notice them. They move silently from place to place, and are so stealthy you'd never notice if one came or left.
You can never tell what an angel is thinking; nor can you tell what a cat is thinking.
Of course, there are things by friends have said. Cats are real, some people said. We can see cats. We take them into our houses, or we shoo them out. Cats are physical.
And I used to agree with them. It seemed to fit, and I couldn't think up an argument. Of course that, was all one day.
It was late in the afternoon, and I was passing by Cat street, while I noticed the Cafe off to the side; Like almost always, it was closed, but curiously the owner appeared to be outside, with an eisel and paintbrush. Nobody else seemed to notice him, so I decided to stick around to see what he was painting; I didn't make a sound, as to distract him.
What he drew was curious; it was a cat, to be sure, but a strange cat. It was a weird piece of artwork, with seemingly no real rules to it. Several large, vaguely apparent creatures could be seen intertwined into a single design; I could tell they were great cats, albeit their silhouettes being made in a strange way. There was a black Lion, looking proud off to the side, alone in the left corner. There was a tiger with wings, next to a prowling, reptilian-looking red lynx.
In the center, there was a dazzling white panther, with a pair of wings. Curled up protectively, it had a small kitten, with a strange skull mark on it's flank.
It was a strange piece, that invoked several different feelings in me; for what reason, I didn't know why. But then was the point that nobody ever believed me at, for at that point, the Cafe owner took up his painting, and sprouted a pair of dazzling, white wings; twins of those of the panther, then disappeared in a bright flash of light; nobody but me seemed to notice.
And since then, I've upheld that cats are like angels. Fallen ones, maybe, but angels all the same.