My cat

[lydy]

I just want to say that I love my cat. As cats go, she's not particularly special. She's not particularly smart (I've had a couple of those) and she's not particularly stupid (I've had one of those, too.) While she's good looking, she's only good looking the way all cats are. She's a bit stocky, and she's a muted tortie, which means she's mostly grey. Really, nothing special to look at. And cute cat stories...well, I got nothing, really. I mean, she does all the usual cat things, but nothing particularly notable.

But. She sits on my lap, a lot. And she purrs. And she looks at me, and seems to trust me. I'm perfectly aware that a cat's emotional landscape is not identical to a human's. I'm aware that her apparent fondness for me does not perfectly map to my own emotional responses to her. While I do believe that cats can feel emotions, fondness among them, I sincerely doubt that she's capable of deep, emotional responses. But, you know, she does love me as much as she's able, I think. And I dote on her. I don't really know why I have such a strong emotional response to her. But there you have it. I love my cat.

(I should mention that I actually have two cats, and that I'm quite fond of Naomi, as well. But really, she's more David's cat than mine, and she doesn't sit with me, or nag me, and isn't generally as companionable as Arwen. At least with me and cats, it's not absence that makes the heart grow fonder, but presence.)

Comments

[pameladean]

She's beautifully talkative and also has a lovely pensive expression when she's lying on her back. And she has the best little gray teddy-bear face. You are clearly her number one person. You should see her when you aren't around.

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