Farce--Jumping Off a Bridge

Charming. Simple. Elegant. Cats.

This stream of consciousness by Ahmad contains one of my favorite paragraphs of all time (the second one, in case you couldn't tell). Narfus, people. N-A-R-F-U-S.

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There were two birds, one named Flynn and the other named Robert. These birds didn't know what in the world to do with themselves, so they just chirped along, forever and ever. Until one asked the question: Why? Why chirp? Well, there's really not much else I can do, I mean - I'm a bird. That's what birds do. But what if there was something else I could do? Flutter? Sing? Cry? Dance? What does it mean to dance? It's a confusing mess of dialogue, is what it is. I don't want to think anymore. I want to be a bird. I want to chirp.

There was a lion and a smaller cat, a feline, just prowling through a make-believe forest called Narfus. They didn't exist. Neither of them did. But they had fun, nonetheless. Neither of them made a fuss. They didn't have to eat. They didn't have to do anything. It was charming. Simple. Elegant. Cats.

Cats the musical is the type of gameshow that you'll not want to put down, except to have to go to the bathroom. And the bathroom is not a place you'd like to visit. It is a place of harmony of the lower regions of the world.

by Ahmad Radheyyan