Cheshire Cat Monologue May 2026Alice sat on a toadstool that squeaked politely. “Everyone’s angry today. The Red Queen wanted my head for using the wrong fork. At breakfast.” The Geometry of Unbecoming The Cat’s body faded to a whisper of stripes, leaving only his mouth behind. The grin swelled until it filled the whole clearing, teeth like piano keys, each one a different shade of white. Cheshire Cat Monologue “I’m not a helpful creature,” he purred. “I’m a precise one. There’s a difference. Helpfulness fills the teacup. Precision asks why the teacup exists when your hands would do just fine.” Alice sat on a toadstool that squeaked politely |