He ambled along trees. Fading in and out, sometimes purring, other times humming. It was very liberating going wherever you wanted to go. No boundaries to one’s existence, he liked long walks, and long walks that took him to new and exciting things. Except that Wonderland hasn’t provided anything new and exciting in a while. 

Everything once new and exciting, was old and exciting. Or dull and new. He wondered then did this mean they lacked imagination or that imagination was somewhat stunned. Meandering through trees fading through the branches and then appearing on different ones Something new was dreaming and awakening.

It made him thrilled for the future. But already homesick to the past. 

[center]’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves 
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: 
All mimsy were the borogoves, 
      And the mome raths outgrabe.[/center]

He sung to everyone. But no one, but himself. Hatter was working on some important paperwork. The twins seemed to be doing all right by themselves. Time had no place for him. Time had no place here. Morning and day were the same as saying awake and asleep, he floated away before anyone knew he was there to eventually float elsewhere.

He finally ended up where he wanted to end up. Curiously Kat’s garden was quite reactive today. Oh yes the sleepless had awaken and the dreamless had started to dream. He eventually appeared at Kat’s window. 

Hanging upside down as a cat, with tail downward and his belly upward he looked through the window.

"Greetings to you Kat," he says waiting for her to open the window, despite knowing full well he could evaporate inside whenever he pleased.