Brains are gray, as a matter of fact

I wish that I had a cat in my dorm room that when I was gone all day, and my roommate was gone all day, would pad around and eat bugs, jump on my computer and type kitty nonsense, and play with the fuzz balls from my slippers. Imaginary kitty would curl up in a gray ball matching the gray yarn by my bed and sleep all day looking peaceful and cozy with the little slits of his tightly closed eyes.

HEY, it's October the first.