Walking

I like my glass house, but from time to time, exercise seems prudent.

I went for a walk outside with Lady Person and Guy Person the other day. Lady Person carried me on her shoulder for most of it, which I didn't mind; she generates her own heat.

I explored a wooden path over a huge, odd-smelling pool and met the strangest creatures I've ever seen, floating around nearby. They looked like birds, but they could swim better than they could fly, and they begged bread from other people passing by. I tried too, but the people gave me odd looks. I must have had something on my face. How embarrassing.

I was surprised by how different the wood felt from my log. Maybe mine's just cleaner. Or not rotting. Ugh. Admittedly, I sat in my water bowl when I got back. I don't know how the dirt collects under my claws so quickly, and I don't want to know what else is hidden in the grime.

The oddest aspect of my ramble with my people is that I can't come up with a clever summary or deep insight about the world. I'm not sure I can even repeat my passionate monologue about the beauty and strangeness of the world. I moved through my walk wide-eyed and entirely passive. Then I returned to my heat rock and had a nap.

Warmly,
Mikey