....I want it, will have it. The window separates me from it, from having it. I seize what I want with my eyes. I am cat; I stare I do not blink. I know what I see. They watch me, only I know.
I stare. I cannot hear my breath. I am a living statue--only looking, looking at, looking through. They cannot know what I see, if I breathe. My eyes stay wide open while I stare. I do not blink. I do not turn. I look straight ahead. What I see does not see me. ~Herbert Brokering from Prayers My Cats Have Taught Me