The feline sat perched upon the back of the couch. He poked his head through the curtains. He sat still, the only movement was that of his rhythmic breathing and the flick of his tail. He stared off into the dark distance, dreaming of what sort of adventures the following day would bring: a frolic in the green shrubbery, catching a delightful insect as a snack, or simply spending countless hours preening himself to perfection. 

He looked back at me for a moment and in that time we made eye contact, I wondered what he was thinking as his green eyes looked into my brown ones. That second felt like an eternity, but I did not dare to look away, in case I missed something key. Perhaps the answer to life itself remained locked behind those eyes. 

For an instant, I felt as though I could see past just the superficial outside and deep within his soul, so far inside that not one thought entered my head. Then, as if by the will of some force above, he looked away and hopped down onto my legs, circled around, and found a comfy spot for slumber.