She doesn't care about Arafat. She'd rather play in clover. She doesn't know who is president. She doesn't care. She just wants your undivided attention. She's not watching television. She's watching you.
She hears you hiss. She's not fooled, but she is startled. She didn't know you were bilingual. You just need to work on your accent. She certainly does not understand your language. It meant nothing to her when you told her you would be late getting home last night. All she knows is the sound of the garage door rolling up, then down. She knows the sound of the food bag opening. The sound of the cabinet, as you open the door to get her treats.
She doesn't know about your stress. She doesn't know that stroking her fur helps relieve that stress. But she doesn't mind the attention.
She sees the world as a playground. Can you take lessons from her? For you, the world is a too-tight garment. Can't you ease the world off your shoulders just a bit?
It's been an anxious few weeks. Much of that time, you chose to see yourself as being "in charge" of something. At every turn, people had different visions, and circumstances beyond anyone's control created roadblocks. But the event happened last night, and it all worked out. The comments you heard where positive.
Someone asked if you enjoyed yourself. And you asked yourself, once again, ‘What does joy feel like?’ Just as you've asked yourself, any number of times, ‘What does love feel like?’
You might as well as ‘What does feeling feel like?’
She knows what it feels like when you play with her. She knows how it feels when she curls in your lap and you scratch her head. It feels good. That's all she needs. It feels as soft and warm as a purr.
It's good. And that's all she needs to know.
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