27 March 2010

passing in the night, on the stairs

My cat, my familiar, talks in cat tongues. Like a talkative woman she keeps up a constant chatter of different meows and arumphhs when she is up and about. Over the years (6? 7?) I have unconsiously learned her language and understand her many moods and wants.

Except last night. In the middle of the night I went downstairs for a glass of water. Halfway back up the stairs I hear the soft padding of kitty feet going down the stairs. As we pass I hear a soft, whispered, monotoned meow.

I think it was a quiet recognition of two souls passing in the night. But I'm not sure, the whole incident might have been a dream. Cats don't know that they have souls. (Do they?)


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