Well, yes, since you ask, I do have better things to do with my life than writing foolishness about cats. Things like laundry, pulling weeds, making my bed. But it’s just one of those dreary, doped-up days of winter in Santa Cruz. Non c’é rimedio, as the Italians would say. No remedy.
Our Raymond sleeps about 20 hours a day. He spends a lot of his waking minutes just sitting and staring into space … or at Mary (aka ‘the food treat lady’). What on Earth can he be thinking about? I mean, do cats even think?
No one knows what goes on in a cat’s head, but I know cats, and I like to imagine, since they have no words to think with, that they might have just a sequence of ever-revolving pictures firing off in their tiny brain, one right after the other.
If that is the case, I am guessing these 15 pictures make up Rays’s entire repertoire of thought.
You have cats? What do you think goes on in their heads? Let us know in the comments.
Our cat is an indoor-outdoor cat who freely roams our 15 forested acres. She also joins my wife and I on hikes around our property, following along with us like a dog. She can climb trees with the dexterity of a monkey. Leap over streams. Clamber on top of boulders. And run up the sides of mountains. But sometimes she just stops and stares. It sure seems like she is enjoying the beauty of nature to me.
Good one!