With the light upon her back, she studied her shadow, tall and lean. Does it really reflect her being? She lives within the confines of the human dwelling, slinking, hiding, claiming a lap when she feels so moved. It is warm today. When it is warm, perfection is within reach. She sees more than they think she does. She knows more than they believe. She's satisfied in the sun. This sensation, satisfaction, it is rarely seen in her human. Its senseless how the human strives for more, then more, then forgets yesterday's more is now the next trinket in the pile. Why do they do that? So strange, these human creatures. She wonders if they can feel the sun. What a sad thought, to imagine that they cannot.