Here’s Gilbert, a cat with a unique delusion. Gilbert does not like the snowy outdoor landscape with its coldness and its bleakness and its lackness of birdies, so instead he imagines that outside the window there is a lush tropical paradise with a spray of salty sea air, the scent of orchids, and the annual leadership retreat of the Association of Slow-moving Flightless Parakeets. Alas, Gilbert’s mommy does not understand the significance of Gilbert’s desperate clutching at the drapes to keep them closed, and thrusts Gilbert into a reality-based hellscape for which he is not emotionally prepared. Poor Gilbert.
If only you had known, Cheryl.