Sunday, July 15, 2018
Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech
I'm cat sitting this weekend. I go over morning and evening and commune with my daughter-in-law's cat. We have our cuddle time, lots of petting, punctuated by, well, punctures from the cat's paws. He's quite a sweetheart and cooperative about eating, at least the wet food. The dry food, not so much. It feels strange to be in my son and daughter-in-law's place. I try not to snoop, though I look at the books on the shelves and the pictures on the fridge. It's got a very nice, calm feel to it. Spacious, though it's not a lot of square footage. They took the dog, so the cat is without his companion in suffering. But he's used to entertaining himself, as they both work, and are busy going on trips and seeing friends and family. He's like the Platonic ideal of a cat. And he looks almost identical to a beloved cat we had who died, except this one has aqua eyes and ours had green. So good natured and self contained. Dogs NEED you, really NEED you, but cats, even when they are very social, as this one is, don't stoop to begging or desperation. They grant you their presence, for you to bask in their glow.
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