I just wonder sometimes what cats are up to inside their minds...

I just saw a show on television on dogs, and how forward and cute they can be.

Give me a CAT anytime, I worship their total equanimity, and general lack of interest about what goes on around them.

Or is it true?

My Cleo is staring at a fixed spot on the wall. There is nothing there I can see.

Oh, I've heard of other cats that play this game, I've seen it mentioned in comic strips and the like - but Cleo is not like this.

She is the "Vulcan" of cats, despises affection, except when SHE wants it, then it's in short bursts.

She yowls in the most high-pitched quiet voice, the one she's had since a kitten, then, taking one last look at whatever is not there, runs off.

Intrigued, I go for a look. Nothing there. Velvet is snoring on the couch. She's really up on this.

Keep your dogs, I'd rather have a feline that can see apparitions I can't. Maybe she won't protect me from them, but she has the sense to run away.

Copyright © Bill Mason
November 5, 2001