Cats are perfect creatures. Why have children when you can just have cats?? As I type, Pan the magnificent in all his ebony glory sits beside me in quiet assent. Of course, he would rather sit ON the keys but is having a rare moment of condescension by allowing me the peace needed to key in my thoughts. He, like most cats I know, is soft, affectionate, passionate, playful and most importantly, independent. Oh I love our dog, but I would not make claims as to the perfection of his species. I am not a fan of dependence, especially when so outwardly shown. That goofy faced adoration, the life on hold while we’re at work, it’s annoying frankly. The cats get excited when we get home, but I don’t kid myself into thinking that’s any more than one part love and nine parts hunger. They like to be near us and prrr, but maybe just because we’re warm, or emit negative energy which someone told me they absorb and it makes their fur shiny. How nice for everyone!
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photos by A of Pan (top) and Angus
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