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Oh kitty

I wrote a poem in my mind the last two nights, a poem for Stretch. He likes to climb under the covers and snuggle with me, his soft heavy body pushing against me, almost in a "spoon" position, with his head resting on my arm. I thought about how he entered my life, trusted me, how he wears his little collar with what seems like pride, how resilient and responsive he is. So a poem naturally came to me.

I didn't write it down, probably won't. It's okay to wax poetic about a cat, I think, but I really do know that he's in it for himself, that he snuggles with me because he likes it there, he jumps on my lap, lies on my stomach, shows interest because he's a cat and because it feels good to do these things. I also believe he actually likes me, feels affection for me. Rather a child-mom kind of affection, probably.

What I mean is, I don't try to put people thoughts in his cat mind. I enjoy him, feel delighted and honored to have his company, to be so accepted by a very-accepting cat, but I don't for a moment imagine he is having thoughts about me, other than, "when is she going to feed me?" or "she's not so good at letting me out".


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Apr. 7th, 2003 05:20 pm (UTC)
isn't a particularly good idea, I agree. But isn't it worth waxing a bit poetic over a creature who is making you feel good because he likes to, even out of enlightened self interest?

Just curious.
Apr. 7th, 2003 10:39 pm (UTC)
Re: Anthropomorphism
Yes, certainly. And who knows? Maybe I'll actually get it on paper. I do think often of how the little one enriches my life, calms me, and as I think I've told you, I like that cats don't do anything with the goal of pleasing others.

It's funny, too. I would say Stretch is loyal. But he would switch persons in a minute if the offer were good enough. And that, too, pleases me.
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