In my photo album I have a complete section with the title “Trance”. They are my favourite photos. I am floating in a world far away. As a human you see me curled up and sleeping, but this is just a mirage, a phantom. I am not here, but in another place and time drifting with my feline instincts. A feline never sleeps, just visits the fouth dimension of being, a place reserved only for those with whiskers, paws, and a meow. We had to established the meow as law, otherwise anything with paws and whiskers would appear. Imagine sharing your own personal dimension with a dog, or even a mouse, that would not work. Dogs would organise packs and have fights to determine who the chief would be and mice. Well when we felines are in the fourth dimension we must refrain from eating it would break our concentration and we eat mice.
The fourth dimensional trance condition for a feline is the peak of our transcendential rhythm, a relational tetraspace, a product of the feline logic. You have lost me? Do not worry, it is intentional. We cannot have humans trampling around in our own little fourth dimensional world. Now and again admission is permitted to a wall, or even a brick, because they are part of this dimensional tract in our logical understanding of the whiskers theory. Of course this is all involved with the feline quantum theory and paw holes. One of the reasons why we must retire into our trance condition, to be able to concentrate on solving the problems of the feline uiverse without intervention from the human elements which are a negative influence to our feine logic.
In the meanwhile I will allow Mrs. Human to give me a tummy tickle as a catalyst to my thought processess, it helps to increase the trance condition.