Felix the Cat wanted nothing. Except a soft bed to curl up in. And food of course. When he was indoors he knew where everything was. Outdoors was rather difficult. Other cats wandered his neighbourhood that caused him trouble. Yet he always had a bed beside the flowers in the deep leaves. As long as the sun shone, he could hide himself and wait for some little mouse creeping along. Sometimes he stayed outside and dismembered the poor mouse; sometimes he gifted his friend Rick with it. Although it was never appreciated. No matter, either way he was fed and loved.
“To him, even the momentary was momentous.”
~ G.K.Chesterton, Saint Thomas Aquinas
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