Conversations with the cat
I’m in the kitchen making coffee and instinctually turn around as though being beckoned. Samantha is sitting on the countertop staring at me. “Good morning, Samantha Jo.”
“Reeow,” Samantha says, still staring. She gently lifts her left paw, not quiet all the way off the countertop then puts it back down into a ballet stance—third position. We continue talking to each other. I tell her my plans for the day, she responds with chirps and “rrreeeows”.
Being only about five feet away from my next-door neighbors and with all of us having windows wide open now in the midst of summer, I wonder what they think, hearing my daily chats with my cat. One who didn’t know better would think I was talking to a human child. “I wonder if they think I’m a little crazy,” I say to Samantha, giggling. But don’t we all talk to our cats, dogs, whatever our species of pet may be?
The crazy thing is that I believe Samantha Jo understands me. Her eyes say it all.
Crazy cat lady or wise woman who can communicate with animals? Find out under my new page “Backstory”.