She is a walking minstrel, a poet with her paws as she graces each table top unannounced. She has everything she needs, she's an artist, said Dylan; perhaps he too had been inspired by such a feline the day he took pen to paper.
Each day, she paints the sky with her body while sitting in a window behind a drape. Like any abstract, it comes deeply from within her, and no one really knows what it means. But like any art exhibit, the viewer can walk away with a personal experience, if they only stop to look.
