Some days it looks like a litany of minor losses––keys, money, what passed for discipline; traffic and burnt popcorn, and the pain at the temples only calls to mind other pains, and the only words that come when you call are all wrong, and too late, dressed for some other occasion, unknown.
And then comes the cat, unbidden, winding her eloquent tail across your face and back again like a wiper blade in the rain, to remind you, with the calm focus that can only be acquired by one who has just risen from the day’s tenth nap, that you are once again missing the joke.
8 thoughts on “Correction”
Darn I never realized cats are really good for something. Something besides waking one up at 2 AM to say I am hungry…
Laughing hard, John! I know, and we can’t forget the old “how bout I just sit here on your face?” move. Cats are an endless source of amusement around here : )
Your posts can be like therapy, I especially enjoyed this one, very relatable, I really enjoy the watercolor world you create with words, words, words. Sometimes the nuance is too much for me, but mostly I feel where you are taking me.
Thank you so much for this kind comment!
It’s good to be reminded of the perspectives of pets. Smells, sounds, views, the blue sky, company, good people and pets, remain despite our daily struggles and failures. Dogs and cats know how to be happy.
Cheers to that, Thomas!
Love that second paragraph. Great work!
Bartholomew, thank you.