Post by What cats see on Dec 13, 2023 23:29:07 GMT -6
When I entered the house, I saw Rigo waiting for me in the corridor. He always recognized my footsteps on the landing, he even knew whether the person ringing the intercom was someone who often frequented the house or a complete stranger. Cats have perceptions that are beyond human understanding. They live in their own world, which is not ours. We delude ourselves that they are part of our life, while we are the ones who belong to them. And what they know. I hung up my jacket and placed my bag on the old chest, then I bent down to caress Rigo, who lit up instantly.
Silence of the house only the hoarse sound of feline affection could be heard, like the engine of a vintage car . He rubbed me several times, back and forth as usual. She was hungry. By now, Phone Number Data after two years of living together, I had learned that language. I went into the kitchen and opened a jar of that stuff they pass off as cat food, a shapeless, gelatinous mixture of meat that Rigo loved. He dove in, forgetting about me. I took the opportunity to take a shower, then got dressed and prepared dinner. It had started to rain outside, but I didn't mind the rhythmic clicking against the glass.
After eating I threw myself on the sofa in the living room. Rigo was already there, curled up on the carpet dozing. I picked up a book and started reading. I had read about ten pages or so when I saw Rigo suddenly raise his head and stare into space in front of him. I didn't pay any attention: several thunders had erupted outside and the car alarms on the street seemed to have gone crazy. When I started to doze, I decided to stop reading and went to bed. It was a long night, with the storm that gave no respite to the sky and to the living on earth. I heard Rigo meowing somewhere in the house and I turned over in the covers trying to go back to sleep.
Silence of the house only the hoarse sound of feline affection could be heard, like the engine of a vintage car . He rubbed me several times, back and forth as usual. She was hungry. By now, Phone Number Data after two years of living together, I had learned that language. I went into the kitchen and opened a jar of that stuff they pass off as cat food, a shapeless, gelatinous mixture of meat that Rigo loved. He dove in, forgetting about me. I took the opportunity to take a shower, then got dressed and prepared dinner. It had started to rain outside, but I didn't mind the rhythmic clicking against the glass.
After eating I threw myself on the sofa in the living room. Rigo was already there, curled up on the carpet dozing. I picked up a book and started reading. I had read about ten pages or so when I saw Rigo suddenly raise his head and stare into space in front of him. I didn't pay any attention: several thunders had erupted outside and the car alarms on the street seemed to have gone crazy. When I started to doze, I decided to stop reading and went to bed. It was a long night, with the storm that gave no respite to the sky and to the living on earth. I heard Rigo meowing somewhere in the house and I turned over in the covers trying to go back to sleep.