The Cat

Your car. A coat of film on the windshield, a blanket of dust on the hood.

Was I there?

Yes. My footprints expose my presence. My paws padded through the dirt upon the aluminum surface. My tail swept gently, but not so much to cover the tracks.

You sent me outside last night.

You forgot to let me back in before you snuggled into your warm bed. Don’t worry about me—I found a comfortable location for my slumber.

You are quite the forgetful one—you also neglected to roll the car window up.

Enjoy the present on your seat.