One night I woke up around 3am and noticed that my cat was not asleep next to me. His spot was still warm, but he was not there.
"Dexter?" No response so I padded down the dark hall my hands pressed against the wall for guidance.
His small yet tall silhouette crouched on the floor, tail a-slither.
"What is it?"
Slowly my eyes adjusted and I turned to follow his gaze. The sea's reflection swirled on the wall synching with the ocean's tides. He mewed softly as I lifted him into my arms.
"Lovely and strange, yes?" His purr filled the room as he buried his face in my neck his paws kneading my shoulders.
I slid to the floor and sat with him for awhile, wall-watching and thinking, "I wish I had a tail too."