13 July 2010

I think the reason I write continually about the cat is that there remains an aura of wonder around the fact of our relationship, as though I do not believe that I am an animal person, though I am, more to the point, this animal's person. in between twisting my brow over philosophy and writing a bit all day I have been sitting in an empty house (housemates are on vacation) drinking antioxidant green tea with a cat and dog who are friends, coaxing love back under the cat's fur, and I find that I am happy. we are all in a little room and the two animals are sleeping.

2 comments:

Soren Lorensen said...

you're alive! you're alive!


I think this is as much as anyone ever had

wrenna said...

I could say the same for you.