The author sits firmly in his chair, eyebrows smiling at a screen before him, subtley tapping his thin fingers upon a klakedy array of buttons.
He frequently grasps a sliced orb with his right hand, from which a long wire descends behind the desk which he sits before.
Tilting his head at various angles, he maintains his posture for long periods of time, occasionally leaving his chair to sit cross legged on the floor, stand on his head, eat volumes of rice, and wander in the mountainous forest behind his place of residence.
splash his face, water
engage in long mystical conversations with others
downstairs his brother and fellow cats make music…