I think they’re looking out the window and admiring creation – squirrels and birds this quiet morning when they’re actually planning an escape. I provide their food each morning before going to work but they expect it whether I remembered to do it or not. They jump up on my lap to show me their thanksgiving for my kindness, toys, vaccinations, and two tumor removals when they just want some attention from time to time. (And, always on their time, by the way.) I open the door after work and they are right there to greet and welcome me back home while they believe I was just standing outside the door for eight hours to taunt and tease them.
Pets. You love ’em and wouldn’t go without them but you wonder what they’re thinking in their small, limited heads – far below my superior and informed head.
You think to yourself, “you know, if only I could become one of them then I could show and tell them what it’s like to be me and how much I love them. Then those lovable, adorable creatures would know how I’m feeling and what I believe about them.”
It worked with humanity, so why can’t it work with my cats? Didn’t it?