Sea Cat - Polar Bear Literature Club

What comes to mind when you hear the phrase "Sea Cat"?

Is it a local cat by the seaside, watching the waves wash up on the sand from morning till evening?
Or perhaps you think of a black-tailed gull?
A cat that swims in the sea, an unknown creature.
Could it be a deep-sea organism, a divine messenger that saves fishermen, or a futuristic AI weapon?

Perhaps it is fine to interpret the sea as the cosmos.
A ship's cat, a lucky mascot aboard a spaceship,
gazing out at the vast ocean of the great universe.

Fragments of various stories drift onto the shore of my mind,
washing up as waves,
and receding into the beyond of oblivion.

Perhaps the sea itself is a cat with consciousness, like Solaris.
That might be nice.

The images that make up a cat fly about softly and fluffily, melting and merging into the great ocean.
Paw pads melting in the sunshine. A swaying tail.
It is nostalgic, and I want to close my eyes and surrender my body to it.

And, before I know it,
I myself become the sea and the cat, becoming a sea cat.
A trivial, nonsensical,
dream seen in the gap between naps.

The sleepy sea cat tosses and turns.

The sea, shifting greatly, becomes a cat's tsunami and swallows me up.

I want to melt away.

I think it is alright to have such a dream.

[End]

This is my first time participating in the Polar Bear Literature Club, albeit at the last minute.