Bird or the Cat

On the road Blue felt a similar feeling to when he turned thirty. He was speeding slightly and the car shook a vibrated, he imagined himself flying through the years barreling. He changed lanes slowing into the right lane, the mountains of Sedona. Beautiful, he felt calm around each turn. He moved to brush back his hair like he used to but was met with a smooth scalp. The man in the nice suit was sleeping next to him, and Denver's breathing was rhythmic with his oxygen machine. He didn't really know where they were going, just knew that he had to get there. It was necessary. He was day dreaming now, not much traffic. He thought about or remembered a cat. His families cat, it used to sit near the bird feeder. At first the birds flew away, but the cat would just sit, sometimes it would lay down. Swishing its tail back and forth. Never really moving, and it would seem disinterested, Blue now didn't know if cats could be interesting. But it would wait, swishing its tail. Everytime, the birds came back. Every time. After enough returned it would keep laying, but something would change and it would pounce grabbing a bird out of the sky and killing it. Only to bring it back to the family. Blue didn't know whether he was the bird or the cat right now.