It was good to see K. again, but three days in his company was quite enough. The man is completely mad. To distract myself I have taken the train to Boston. I am now happily ensconced in the lovely house of a friend in Cambridge. As I type this, I am surrounded by several curious cats. They don’t seem to mind that a stranger has invaded “their” room, but it is clear that they each expect a certain degree of attention and loving tribute.
Sometimes I suspect that cats view us as pets. When they have time for their domesticated humans – between more important affairs – they try to train us. They probably think we are rather slow, since we so often slip up on even such simple tricks as when to feed them, when to scratch behind their ears, and when they would prefer simply to be left alone. But it is clear that they have great confidence in our desire to please our feline masters.
Cats do not think of us as pets, they think of us as staff.
Brilliantly said! 🙂