The best in the world that one can hope for is to be understood...or at least intently listened to. I suppose that's why I enjoy the company of my cats so much. I have no idea if they understand me - though I know they know the words "bird" and "eat" - but I have most definitely convinced myself that they hang onto every word I speak. And this self-convincing has ultimately led to my acceptance that they understand me better and more often than most "other people". Any idiot can let fly a random string of words that works for him/her, but this idiot lives for those truly golden moments when my random chains of brilliance are linked together within someone else.
Monday, July 17, 2006
My Cats
The best in the world that one can hope for is to be understood...or at least intently listened to. I suppose that's why I enjoy the company of my cats so much. I have no idea if they understand me - though I know they know the words "bird" and "eat" - but I have most definitely convinced myself that they hang onto every word I speak. And this self-convincing has ultimately led to my acceptance that they understand me better and more often than most "other people". Any idiot can let fly a random string of words that works for him/her, but this idiot lives for those truly golden moments when my random chains of brilliance are linked together within someone else.
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