Aug 29, 2008 19:01
It must be so odd to be a kitty cat.
Living with another species, one that's so much bigger than you. A person could kill an animal the size of a cat pretty easily, which is something other animals know very well and that's why they avoid us. But my kitty comes snuggling up to me, unafraid, wanting skritchins and a warm place to nap. So I make room for her on the couch so she can lay down, and try not to move very much so that I won't wake her up.
I know, of course, that my cat views me as being her mother, but knowing that and knowing how that must be for her are different things. I have no idea what it's like for her to live in a house full of objects she doesn't comprehend, with people who are so huge compared to her, not having any idea why we do the things we do, with no way to communicate beyond the most basic demands.
When Panther got very old, I used to imagine that she was thinking to herself, "Okay, I've been a small cat for 19 years, when do I get to grow up into a big human like you?" I don't get any such impression from Alamet. Alamet seems perfectly content to be a small cat forever (which I guess is fortunate since that ain't changing). Maybe that's a function of Alamet being stupider than Panther, or maybe I'm just less delusional now. Not sure.
At any rate, Alamet is ridiculously cute in the same way the D is ridiculously beautiful. This pointless post was brought to you by Alamet's ridiculous cuteness when she naps.