“Ask any cat and they’ll tell you: art is not a thing you hang on a wall. It is an experience, it is life. Art is the perfectly timed leap in the air to catch a trespassing moth. Art is the stream of sunbeams filtering in through the trees that both warms your fur and provides a camouflaging pattern across your body. Art is the precisely chosen angle and pressure of your human’s fingers executing a flawless scratch beneath your chin. But, I suppose if you simply must have a physical piece of art in your possession to fulfill some sort of human need to own and hoard, then adopt a cat. Or two. Or three. Or ten. We are art embodied, poetry in motion, perfection distilled into physical form.”