Cat - Hallstatt, Austria

"I'm writing a book of poems. It's based on my life and eyebrows."
Really? That's great, what's it called?
"Blades of Grass. Because I just realized the other day that's what my eyebrows look like."
Sounds good. Can I hear some?
"My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this 
air, 
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their 
parents the same, 
I, now seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death."
Wow.