My cat woke me up at 300 a.m. to tell me that he wanted to be groomed and petted. I petted him and groomed him and he curled up at my feet without a care in the world.
I wrote five short stories and am going to post them before next Friday. The first one that I wanted to share was a simple story about a koala bear. It is set from her point of view.
I have always wondered if animals can feel. Anyone who has owned or been with an animal knows that they seem to. Even small birds will die of sadness. I love animals.
In the South, cockroaches come big enough to put rhinestones in chains around their necks. This morning one of the creeps was hanging out on the toothpaste tube that my fiance uses. I finished using my Avon Himalayan Pink Salt Toothpaste and then chased the offender away from my fiance’s tube.
What if he woke up, all bleary eyed and wrapped his hand around this creepy crawly? What a way to start the day!
I think that animals have feelings and they deserve our respect. Some people thank the animal that has given its life up so that the person can eat. I used to believe that I could speak to animals before I converted. I thought that they understood what I said. I guess that was strange. My imagination was unfettered.
Now, I know that the animal can learn our language. Cats can learn some words, like their names. Dogs can learn more. So if they can learn rudimentary speech, they must think at a certain level. I just don’t think that I know how to speak cat. Too bad. It would have been nice to tell him that he was special and wonderful.