Cat Philosophy: Interlude

The wind carries secrets too profound for human ears, yet the cats gather, nodding in sage agreement. Whispers unravel like yarn across the floorboards:

"Avoid the red dot," sighed Nora, a lean tabby with dreams of elevated statuses.
"Always sit on the newspaper, let the humans read between your paws," Marbles concluded with a knowing wink.

Here lies the wisdom of the whiskered oracles, heard between the breaths of the evening gusts. Queries meant for the universe fall to fur-lined critiques.
Recall the echoes: "If it fits, it sits," a mantra for existence or perhaps a guide to the realms of cardboard. 

For deeper insights, consider canine contradictions or ponder the midnight meows that sing ballads of the invisible cheeseburger.