realised eschatology (for cats)

‘What do you want?’  she asked.

Sensible question.  But the one to which I seldom know the answer.

I want a thousand things that are everything and nothing all at once:  things that are true, but that I never seem to know how to make real.  Things that I would think are reasonable if someone else said them, but that I still talk myself out of — assume are impossible, unrealistic.

Molly, on the other hand, wants a cat treat.  And she has done such a good job of trying to get it herself, that I must now give it to her.

I’m sure there’s a lesson in there somewhere.