What Goes On Behind The Windows To Her Soul?

What Does My Cat Think?


She has the most inquisitive and wise eyes of any creature. Behind those piercing eyes I wonder what she's thinking, I tend to imagine what her thoughts might be. No doubt, she thinks she's much superior to me, since she gets to basically, eat, sleep, play. I get to diet, burn the midnight oil and overwork.

She thinks she's a very clever kitty indeed because she knows how to get the most expensive cat food; simply turn her nose up at and refuse to eat anything less than the best. She also knows how to get attention anytime she wants it, walk across my keyboard, slap at the pc screen, claim my lap at anytime, anywhere for her frequent naps. She understands that by standing squarely in my path purring and rubbing against my legs or meowing loudly, she can stop me dead in my tracts, make me forget what I was about to do and pet her until she grows tired of it and sash shays away.

She wisely refuses to discuss politics or religion, although I suspect she knows more truth about them both than most politicians or clerics.

Sometimes those alien eyes look right into my soul and I could swear she sees and knows all my secrets. My cat knows things about me I've never told anyone and hope no one ever finds out.

Fortunately for me my cat is very discreet and has never been a gossip. She has no access to facebook, thank God and I like to think she would spare me any public embarrassment even if she had a facebook account and a wall to post on. Come to think of it, my cat is a much better friend to me than most people have been or ever could be and she is definitely smarter than me and most other humans.