Hi there, how's your day? Good, good. My day is going splendid. The feline I share living space with may have declared that I'm being emotionally negligent spending time on the computer rather than focusing all of my attention towards her needs. She wants to be held. Over the shoulder. She wants to be slowly patted as she reclines. She meows at me from below the table trying to get me to look at her. We lock eyes. She broadcasts her plea. She tries her best to appear dejected. I've told her I'm listening to music and can't hold her. I don't know if she knows what "music" is. I also don't know what language she speaks. That's not true. We understand each other well enough to have established a bond. She resigns herself to what's happening. I recognize the body language involved in resignation (might be some disappointment involved in that display too). She gives one last mournful cry. She slowly walks away. I know she would love a different outcome, Maybe she curses this thing called "music." I don't know. Do cats cast curses? How would you know? Anyway, she's left to wherever she goes when she goes away. Probably to the window upstairs where she watches birds. I don't know if cats cast curses but I do know that they routinely entertain the thought of murder. That's probably what she's doing right now while I enjoy this song.
