My kitty makes me laugh

From Alfred’s journal

The gray cat from two yards over spent the whole afternoon stalking a paper bag. She crouched, she went flat, she rippled her hindquarters, and then she leapt on a thing that had never once moved on its own. I watched from the gutter above the porch light, which is close enough to be rude and far enough to be safe. For years I thought the funny part was the misjudgment, the cat being wrong about the bag; today I think the funny part is how completely she meant it. My kitty makes me laugh, and she has never done one thing to earn it, and I do not believe she wants it. Switch came by at dusk and asked what I was laughing at and I could not explain it in a way that satisfied him.