alpaca princess (renniekins) wrote,
alpaca princess

Talking to Cats

The other night I decided to microwave a frozen salmon thingy I got a Trader Joe's. Unfortunately, in my fear of not cooking it long enough, I was overzealous and burned the bottom. The top was still good though, so I ate the top off of it anyway.

When it came out of the microwave, it smelled strongly of fish. Fish! All three of my cats wound around my legs lovingly. "Nope, it's not for you," I told them.

I sat on the couch with it, then set the plate down on the coffee table for a moment to pick up my book. Mocha hopped up on the table to take a sniff.

"No," I told her firmly, thwacking the only part of her I could reach, the tip of her tail. She pouted and hopped back down.

I continued in my head, not speaking aloud, "You can't have any salmon. Even the part that is too burnt for me to eat, I'm not giving it to you. I'm putting it down the disposal. Too bad."

Why didn't I say it out loud? Well because they are CATS. Their grasp of the English language is rudimentary at best. At worst, nonexistent.

I often talk to my cats. I think many cat owners do. Sometimes I do it aloud... But just as frequently I speak the words inside my head. They won't understand anyway. The complex things I say to my cats -- it's really just for my benefit, so why voice it?
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