I don't want to but,
I'm beginning to see my cat
as a kind of textile, changing
what it means to be a cat and
the way she's been perceived as
'a cat'. She begins and ends
somewhere, though not sure where,
walking throughout the room,
a clause between exterior-fur
and how far one could go
looking into her eyes; green,
another field I am afraid there is
nothing inside her, but a personality
I'm not even sure is relevant
to an interior sentence.