On Dealing With Cats
me to cat: I don’t understand urgent “MAO” any more than plangent “Maaaaaoooo?” I speak English (English, motherf*cker, do you speak it, I have to to admit, comes to mind), Español, Français, Latin und Deutsch. Working on Russian and Arabic. None of those is cat.
I studied philosophy in college; I took symbolic logic. It did not include cat logic. Cat: Mao? I am, yes, a socialist, but find Mao reprehensible. What do you want? What can I do for you? Cat: “chirp”
Me: I don’t understand, just make me understand! I want to be there for you, to do be your caretaker… I just need to know what you want! Do you need more food? Cat: Mao? Me: Box cleaned? Cat: Maoooo? Me: Okay, I’m going to bed. Cat, five minutes later: “Mao? Mao? Maaaaoooooo?” Mao?” Yet I love this ball of fur so much…
Destructive Anachronism 