written over a 72 hour period
It just occurred to me that I have a brand new pair of Chucks sitting in my closet. I should consider wearing them some time. I do not have cause to wear sneakers much any more. This is sad but it also could be interpreted as a sign of maturity. I did for a moment dream and see what it would look like if I was to try to wear my current pair of Chucks with my work clothes but had to give up on that fantasy as with them on I did not look correct.
It is funny how ideas will seem incredibly important when you are away from the computer and then become boring and stale when you are sitting in front of the computer. Maybe it is just that the alcohol has worn off. Let's push through and see what happens.
For some reason cats have a reputation for being solitary aloof creatures. I am not sure why that is, as all of the cats I have lived with have been social and enjoyed human company. The current cat I live with (I say live with, because as the cliché goes, no one actually owns a cat, the cat tolerates the owner, etc) is more like a dog than cat when it comes to social interaction. The only thing that sets her apart from a dog is that while a dog will be friendly to and demand attention from everyone she is picky or loyal. Perhaps she has decided we are life partners and believes in fidelity? Because I am the one she demands attention from. In fact right now as I write this she is sitting in front of the screen licking and nuzzling my nose and bumping me with her head if I do not give her a kiss between the ears in required time. In her mind we should be spending 22 of the 24 hours in a day together. There is some shit she has to do for the two remaining hours that doesn't require me but other than that I am to be at home where I can be found.
It is this requirement, and behaviour which occupies my thinking sometimes. I try to work out how she views my behaviours and actions.
She understands what it means when I pack my bag and leave it by my cupboard door. This causes her to sulk and become stand offish. She knows that I am going away, but what I want to know is where she thinks I am going and what she thinks I am doing. Does she think I am doing what she does? That I am hunting birds and small lizards? Or maybe seeing another family I have? This is something I would like to know.
Likewise she understands what it means when I put my work clothes on and the difference between work clothes and regular clothes. This one is more interesting to me, because unlike the first example she can put my disappearances into her own experience. She leaves the house and property to go wandering, thankfully she never wanders very far, but she has no experience of clothing. She knows that clothing exists, that different clothes means different things and there are times that I don't wear clothes at all. What does it mean to her? How does she explain these mysteries?
Of course she may not know any of this or see them as mysteries and I am anthropomorphising but I don't believe I am.
I need to work harder on my writing.
