justplainbil

Just Plain Bill

My Cat Can Read My Mind

We’ve had one or more cats over the past 22 years. I firmly believe that Luke, our 16-year-old, can actually read my mind. Besides his telepathic prowess, he’s also able to train me to do his bidding, especially when it comes to playing with him. Since Luke only has one front tooth, his attacks are less than dangerous, but it’s a treat to observe the hint of a grin when he causes me to pull back from him and say “ouch.” He also looks for any opening to sit in my chair once I get up for any reason. (Of course I find somewhere else to sit.)

I’ve heard that one trains a dog, but feeds a cat. In Luke’s case, he has been trained to make sure I’m awake soon after 5:00 AM – which can cause a problem when the time changes twice a year. Who’s training whom? He also tends to get “under foot” whenever I happen to get up in the dark of night, when I can’t discern his black fur from any other shadow. I thought that’s what dogs did, especially our Abbie, a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel who blessed us for 11 wonderful years.

I’d better stop now. I refuse to make eye contact, but I’m sure Luke is looking at me with that suspicious, yellow-hued eye stare of his, as he most likely doesn’t like that I’m talking about him…