The purity of a person’s heart can be quickly measured by how they regard animals ~ anon
I enjoy communicating. I enjoy words. They're rather addictive. I appreciate people who use words well. I used to joke I chose my friends for their ability to tell a good story. Communication is vital to my well being. Nothing distresses me faster than feeling I am not making myself understood. In our house even the cats find it necessary to communicate well.
Of our 2 cats Kirby is the less needy but he is intelligent & high strung. I was not impressed, though hardly surprised, to find Kirby outside at midnight Friday night, having refused to come for all callers because he was waiting for us. Before we were even out of the car he was crying because cats only call when they lose visual contact with other members of their pack & Kirby knows perfectly well I can't see him in the dark.
It is Kirby who is my escape artist. Marlow would never dream of doing the wicked things Kirby does. It is not unusual at bedtime to find Kirby has found some crack or cranny to escape through & needing to be hunted up outside. This poses some difficulties because, as my son succintly pointed out, our neighbours do not need to be woken at midnight by me bellowing, Kiiiiiir~beeeeeeee at the top of my lungs. Consequentially my cats come to a long fluting whistle ~ which confuses the neighbourhood dogs no end; they aren't a terribly bright batch.
The thing is Kirby is rarely all that close to home & he answers my whistle with a loud, joyful yowling that plainly says: Here I am. I'm coming! Wait for me! I'm coming! Where are you?
I whistle as softly as possible but if I pause too long there is a frantic yodelling yowling of Where have you gone? I can't hear you!
And last night as I stood patiently in the middle of the road waiting for my demented cat to find me as he padded towards me with little chirriping calls & delighted exclamations telling me plainly how pleased he was that I'd remembered he came to bed with me, that I had come looking for him, that he had found me again & we were together [yes, he really says all that ~ & more. He's a very intelligent cat] I thought how like prayer it all was. We call out to God & he answers us patiently, directing us all the way home.
I love lessons from my cats!