It was a cold November evening when I sat down to watch the movie. My cat looked over at me and it was clear that she didn't approve of the choice. The DVD cover looks boring she seemed to imply through her sleepy gaze. What did she know anyway? Her favourite movie was Garfield 2 and it was rare that she stayed awake long enough to watch anything.

The movie began and Adrien Brody began his narration. A promising beginning then but alas what followed was not good. Once famous actors and that blonde dame from Chuck surrounded Brody and sapped the life out of his performance. Well, that, or perhaps he was bored and just in it for the money. I don't know and I didn't want to stay long enough to find out. Sadly, I did, keen to see the mystery unravel. My cat smirked at me as she could sense my frustration. The film is unravelling like my ball of string, she suggested. She was implying the film was a mess and she was right, as usual.

So what did you make of the movie, she asked, mouth barely moving but eyes saying everything. "Meh" I said. She smiled and nodded. "Mew" she said. We were on the same page with our observations, though she slept throughout most of the movie. She must have been reading my facial and body language when I considered my reflection on what I had just seen.

"Go back to sleep" I said.

And she did, probably dreaming of fish. So as she slept with the fishes I considered my next move. I turned off the television set and gave it the long goodbye, until next time. There is always a next time.