For the past year, I had always drunk soda, because life was bitter. On the first day of the New Year, I drank a bottle of beer, and somehow today seemed very sweet. The beer was so bitter I did not finish it; if I did finish it, I really would get drunk. But if I truly got drunk, I would not be able to fake it. And only when people were pretending to be drunk were they at their happiest!
Happy people could be as carefree as cats. Because a drunk cat could definitely fly. I laughed haaha and lifted Silly Cat high into the air. With a whoosh, it stepped on my head and really leaped upward in flight. Then Cloud Cat crouched on top of the big bookcase, its huge eyes slanting as it glanced down at the grown-up playing the fool.
"Woof!"
"Wuwa!"
So when cats were not very happy, it turned out they could bark like dogs. And when people were very happy, it turned out they wanted to be cats. I reached out to grab it, but no matter what, I could not reach. Even when I jumped, I could not reach! So I simply lay flat on the floor, eyes wide, staring at the cat-cloud flying in the sky.
"Hmph! Don't bully a poor middle-aged man!"
"If you've got the guts, come down! Let me rua you a little."
But Cloud Cat merely lifted its head proudly, its cat eyes reflecting crystalline "ideals," lowered its tail to sway in temptation, then floated two cat hairs down at me.
"Ha! Then there's nothing I can do."
"If I can't hear it, then I can't hear it!"
"If you've got the guts, come catch me!"
Forget it. I had tried to catch it from the