The Resolutions of Felini Leopold Pantaleon Roberto DeCatacus aka Sprinkles, as follows –
I resolve to try and not judge the wardrobe catastrophes that walk into the bar, who have attempted to beautify themselves by wriggling into cloth that is too tight, too short, too close in pattern to circus regalia. I shall try to have compassion, since, obviously, they are without friends or mirrors.
I resolve to be more tolerant of the ones who rummage through my treasures that I’ve amassed due to their carelessness. I will attempt to squash the urge to bite them.
I resolve to avert my eyes to the prowling games that get played just below the shelf where I perch and not quite behind my back. The caressing and smooching and nonsense happening there…in the highest point of the room, under the chandelier, among a myriad of hobby photographers constantly snapping and filming with their devices… Exibitionists!
I resolve to control my mischievous impulses that arise after all the humans leave. I vow to not move too many items around in darkness just to see if they notice. It could make them question each other or their sanity. And no one needs more drama.
I resolve to make this year more magical, fantastical, theatrical, hieroglyphical, rhetorical, paradisiacal, comical, erotical…Scratch that last one…make it Cat-agracical!