My Conversation With the Cat
While my wife and I sipped morning tea I told my cat she was beautiful.
She squinted her eyes, flicked one ear, dropped to the floor, walked across the back of the ottoman, her tail the only thing visible, looking like a curved round feather moving along the edge, turned right then, right again slowly walking past us, her eyes slightly squinted.
She stopped, pointed the tip of her tail at the ceiling, drew three circles, dropped it to the left, sashayed it right then straight up before sitting faced away from us, her ears pointed back.
Since I understand cat language quite well, I told my wife about the language of cats.
“A cat’s thought vibrations connect to their tails the same way our thoughts link with our voices.’’
“If you focus on their nuances, stop your mind from chattering (cats of course don’t think in terms of words) their thoughts can be understood quite easily.”
I looked at my wife. “The cat and I have conversations all day long.”
I looked at the cat. One ear twitched.
My wife, who had been listening quietly, caught me off guard saying, “ARE YOU MAKING THIS STUFF UP!?”
For years I had observed my cat’s behavior but had not read a single word to support my claims.
All I could say was, “Well I guess so but … ”
And that’s when I found myself sitting alone with the cat.