I loved just sitting in a room with them.
We didn’t need to play.
Little messages passed between us barely seen by most people.
The flick of an ear. A tail. An eye. Just for a second. The posture we sat in. The direction we were pointed. It all meant something.
I don’t pretend to have grasped all the communication going on in that room. Some was by smell, or otherwise inaccessible to the average human, or any human. Some was cat things only cats know.
But you could get a feel for things.
Sometimes. Like right now. Right exactly now. I wish that I could show things indirectly, with ear and tail and whisker and eye movements, and be understood.
Sometimes. Like right now. I know where my ears would be if I was a cat. (Cat ear muscles and human ear muscles — same muscles, very different ear positions. Doesn’t translate well across species lines.)
But as much as I know I am not a cat, I sometimes feel a lot like a cat, sitting in a room with cats, my best communication being in Cat, and feeling helpless to do it in Human. 😦
This applies right now. This also applies a hell of a lot of the time.