I like to hang here.
High above the floor, level with the humans,
next to the bamboo plant that I chew on.
I suppose you could call me a tree dwelling cat,
living on the inside, of course.
But don't get me wrong,
I'm about as wild as the domestic ones get.
There's this feather bird that I've killed at least 800 times,
and sometimes I drag his body around just for the heck of it.