The sun is beautiful.
Blazing brightly, deathly hot.
This is what the golden cat in my dreams is like.
With long fur the color of wheat,
and eyes like a lion's.
He is a majestic creature,
He is a majestic creature, strong and resplendent.
He purrs loudly as he recharges
He purrs loudly as he recharges in the warm rays of the sun.
He has a royal posture.
...And is a royal pain, to boot.
He'll grow old.
His meows will grow softer.
And he'll have lived a good life.
The day I see him,
The day I see him, I shall whisk him away to a loving home.
I shall name him
I shall name him Ra.