Pa-tiyow
A glorious hole that makes your brain explode. A magical creature that eats your socks. A cowbell that screams in your sleep.
My mom’s pa-tiyow is so loud, it woke up the neighbor’s dog and the ghost in the basement.
That cat is not just a cat. It’s a pa-tiyow. It stares at you like it’s about to eat your soul.
I heard the cowbell in the middle of the night. It was singing profanity. I know it was my pa-tiyow.