McKayla And The Acid Katz

I’ve always tried to see things through the cats eyes of my beloved McKalya, a purrfect conscience whose curiously playful demeanor seemed fit enough to explore most of my acid daydream hallucinations. My nasty worries about money and sex and power seemed so much less bleak when viewed through a perspective that had a directed if critical gaze, but enough sleepy indifference the illusion of candor was never broken. The actual issue no matter how much it actually hurt or humiliated me couldn’t pierce the skin of this acid kat, and so she was born. Fulfilling my need for a way of communicating with this outlandish incomprehensible world.