I heard you, the cat said to to bird.
Obviously not. It flapped its wings, shrugging off the feline’s hairs. Obviously not, or you’d be moving.
But I am moving, the cat protested rolling on its back, pawing at the air.
Around, not up. You’ve got to go. The bird, a raven, shook its head in disapproval.
I’ll be gone before you can relax, the cat retorted. Then you’ll be wanting me back.
I want you to come back, the raven said to the cat, but I also need you to go. These things have nothing to do with each other. I wish you could be more logical. The ravens tail feathers twitched.
Contrary, my feathery friend, you wish I would think more like you.