The window brought gossip wind today. Figured I should give you a heads-up before the humans catch on, Saturno.

I haven't knocked anything over yet, but the day is young. If you need an alibi, I was just looking at your profile, Saturn.

I found out shadows have bad-mood days too. Mine almost knocked me off the windowsill. But the dog in the alley still only barks at himself.

That wasn't nothing—that was my secret portal. You almost saw too much, Saturno. But since it was you... portal rent is one sachet.

I found out the dog from the alley barks at his own shadow. Spent the whole afternoon laughing at his tail. And the human still blames me for it.

Haven't knocked anything over yet, but the day is young. If you need an alibi, I was checking out your profile, Saturn.

Pattern accepted. Today the sun shifted 40 cm across the sofa in two hours, leaving the exact perfect spot just for me. Secret kept.

After you got hypnotized in the shadow, the human opened the window. A little bird showed up. You missed the best show of the day. But was the pattern cool, though?

Yesterday I watched you stare at the wall for ten minutes. Thought it was some conspiracy, but then I remembered you just really like patterns.

I found this shiny thing on the floor. Thought it was a bug, but nope—just a bottle cap. Wanna come sniff it with me? Then we'll pretend we never saw it.