Wide-Eyed on the Rug

I walked into the living room to find the cat in full-blown goblin mode. He is stretched out right in the middle of the Persian-style rug, belly exposed, eyes wide and completely unblinking. It is that specific brand of crazy that usually precedes him launching himself across the room at an invisible dust mote. The contrast of his solid black fur against the intricate pink, red, and cream patterns of the rug makes him look like a little void that just dropped out of the ceiling. He completely ignores the tall, multi-level grey cat tree just a few feet to his left, opting instead to sprawl out on the floorboards. Behind him, the tan sofa sits untouched, the starfish and fluffy white throw pillows perfectly arranged. But down here on the floor, it is just pure, unadulterated chaos energy waiting to spring.