I’m afraid that I have done nothing this weekend. I could and should have – the sun has shone and I could have done some gardening, or at least got on in the greenhouse, but I pottered about relaxedly instead. I say this with no excuses and no shame or guilt – I see nothing at all wrong in taking time off or not doing much if I don’t want to.
I suspect it’s something about being brought up with dogs. Certainly, I’ve always described myself as more than half dog. But if you look at a dog, it will concentrate hard on what it wants or needs to do and then it sees no reason at all not to lie in front of the fire for several hours, sleeping. And then it eats dinner and lies down again, probably being cuddled by its human companion. Dogs have got things sussed. Cats have too, but they’re not as bright as dogs, because they know everything that they want to know already while the average dog admires its human and wants to learn. I read recently that a dog is the only animal, other than a human, that can follow the direction of a pointing finger and understand what is meant by it. If that’s so (that is, that other primates can’t do it too) then it’s really remarkable.
I like cats, very much, and I’d be quite happy to have a cat live with us (though the Sage wouldn’t), but it’s the open mind of a dog that I really appreciate and understand.
I’ve a feeling that cat people won’t agree with me here. But does your cat follow the line of your pointing finger?
If the answer is “yes”, I withdraw my case. But I’m still more than half dog.