Few can truly appreciate the intelligence of a cat. They are the one animal I believe operates a thought process beyond any in the world. Instinct and a slight learning curve bely every action, and darting after a bit of dust flittering in the apartment to pressing a soft paw against our sleeping noses, the "little ones" seem to take actions based upon a mysterious unknown decision, that can change at any moment.
Miracle, the older gray, and Sadie, our little calico, attack the invisible that wanders our apartment, spectors which I am certain only appear in their imaginative minds filled with clandestine thoughts.
Tonight was one of those nights where you realize the true joy of being a cat owner. Defying the stereotype of the unfriendly layabout, we were treated to an evening of romps through recently washed laundry, sharing the plastic wrap off a newly opened gift and the warmth of a small feline curled up next to your lap as you type away on the computer.
Most importantly though, these two bring life to a space that would simply remain stale and empty. Whereever they roam, there is always a story, always a bit of mischief, or a simple scene played out by two players with imaginary roles.
And no matter how many times I watch them, or how often I ponder, everytime they crawl up my chest to stare me face to face, they never betray a single clue as to what ideas may be hiding behind those huge round eyes.
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if humans could be more like cats - and dogs - the world would be a better place.
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