from "Curious Creatures"
This sphinx also has the body of a cat and
color of the desert sand
but isn't fronted by a human head—
it's that of a regular cat instead.
He's not chiseled out of stone
but made of muscle, fur, and bone
and speaks no riddle
but he statue-like in kitchen's middle
and refraining from the plaintive meow
communicates he wants more wet food now.
thank you, julie, for reading and commenting. i tend to agree with you on the true nature of a cat but don't want to be like a friend who tends only to see the world through a darwinian lens. -glen
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The mysteries of the cat, the subtle independence and self-contained confidence. Whimsically executed here, Glen. Made me smile, remembering a certain chocolate Siamese who would, just as you have portrayed, sit Sphinx-like in the kitchen staring at me in undecipherable silence.
glad it made you smile, neal. this is our present cat, peanut by name (because of his coloring) . he's not the only one we've had, however, who has communicated well with body position, scratching, doing something bad to get our attention (usually because s/he wants to get out) , or resorting to vocalizing. our last cat (you might like remembering sox) meowed- or perhaps i should say moaned- constantly, sounding like she was complaining. i confess my wife's the real cat lover, but the cats we've had have provided entertainment and lessons for me. and my wife reminds me it was good for our sons to learn how to treat animals and be tender. on top of all else that is good, many pleasant surprises be yours! -glen