just today, i was walking past a house, where someone was
trying to "encourage" an "alcatraz" escapee
back into the home & abode...
      but as i walked past, and turned around...
its pupils were glaring back at me... yellow...
    seeing without a camera lens.

anyway, i remember times, maybe before the digital
way of encoding photographs,
   that on a rare occasion, in a photograph,
your pupils would turn red...
      
                   perhaps due to dilation, and the idea
of the dark room being morbid omni-red...
                              you can't encourage cats to do what
you want them to do... you might put a collar on a cat,
but you can't exactly attach a leash to that collar...
               it would be like telling a gorilla:
grow some testicles on your head!

                       but yeah... yellow pupils of a cat without
taking a photograph, and the once upon a time
red pupils of peoples' eyes in photographs...
   cat's yellow pupils in the night.

   right now? this is a digression by the way...
     i'm thinking of innovating egg-fried rice...
cook the rice... fry an egg... jumble the two together,
and add some bits & bobs to the mixture...
   soya sauce.... and sweet chili sauce...
                       i'm scheming up a recipe for a mongol...

        i'd love to see a cat with an american spy in
a soviet museum... sleep deprived...
                 just a "thought" experiment...
                     it would probably equate to seeing idiotic
people making cats ingest l.s.d. tabs in america
    that were once available online...
      ubran myths these days, i'm afraid...
                          well, you know... people have their kicks
and pleasures...
                         the only people i have respect for
are the people i'd sit down and eat some food with.
respect and people i'd drink with?
            i'm a lone wolf in that respect...
                     i prefer my own company when drinking
a liter of ***, and trying to think up some bonkers recipe on the sly.
              oh... the wolfish hunger recipe?
   add 3 pieces of rye bread with some butter, just before falling asleep...
   next day?
                          a **** that comes out of your ***
                             like a knife cutting through butter.