Sylvester In The New Age

It was Sylvester, the scruffy cat, who peeked into the Bedroom of Desire. It had not been that long since that fine day when one big door was closed with softness and some urgency, trapping the cat, caught with his tail remaining motionless. Yet as the earth rotated slowly, again but under laws of the New Age, and a new turbulence had taken hostage of aptly named and steamy room filled with desire, there was, with little doubt, a sense of in e vi ta bili ty, thrust on this earth the laws and age of Lestrus, Man of Crete. That all things would be following the cycle of a universal and phil-of-logic means quickly and brutally reversed, no further notice. Now in the end, it ended, tail of cat name of Sylvester, being reversed, due to the cycle so that reality was now, under the user-friendly, the novel dictates of pure joy and of curiosity, but little reason, the tail did now appear outside the bedroom named desire. Allowing curious eyes of tortured cat much leisurely inspection and fond appreciation of goings on that some would call unclinical and open propagation. And nine lives notwithstanding.