Nasdaq Futures and the Cat Heater
In the middle of trading tense Nasdaq futures,
My cat scratched at the bedroom door
And came to find me.
Outside, it was a season of heavy, falling snow.
Oh my!
The cat was dozing peacefully on my chair,
Drunk on the lingering scent of my body.
I gently nudged the cat aside with my hip to sit down,
But its tiny body was so incredibly warm.
There was absolutely no need for a heater in the room.
And just like that, I suffered a beautiful burn
From that sweet, sudden warmth.
Meanwhile, on the monitor, the Nasdaq futures index
Was already burning up in flames.
The very moment I lost my grip and missed the loss-cut line,
My cat stares at me with the most pitiful eyes.
“Aeyong—”
‘Well, human, looks like you won't be able to buy my kibble tomorrow!’
‘I can starve tomorrow and endure the hunger,
But you better clean up my poop from the litter box right away!’
“Aeyong—!”
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