tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757642773669370452.post4765838332514962084..comments2023-10-18T05:15:14.274-04:00Comments on Nin Andrews: The Ear ModelNin Andrewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12643167108589844026noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757642773669370452.post-17673574142104325392011-10-19T08:42:19.290-04:002011-10-19T08:42:19.290-04:00Highly enviable.
How relatively superior life wou...Highly enviable.<br /><br />How relatively superior life would be were all our dreams fur-lined.<br /><br />There is another cat here who is fixated upon my partner. (Far more sensible choice.) He spends his nights under her covers, and when he decides it is time for her to awaken, gently pats her face with a paw. And then again. And again...<br /><br />And he is no kitten, in fact nearly one-and-twenty. But for cats, of course, there is no such thing as "old enough to know better".<br /><br />As you say, they will do what they will do.<br /><br />(I've wondered but never asked if she dreams of cats. But if I did, I think she'd say, "Why do you want to know?")TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757642773669370452.post-48084984583245850142011-10-19T08:31:24.306-04:002011-10-19T08:31:24.306-04:00Cats, yes. They have their opinions. I had some k...Cats, yes. They have their opinions. I had some kittens once that would bat my eyes when I was dreaming, always with soft paws. I swear they thought it was funny. I would try my best to keep them out of the bedroom, but they would slip in and wait . . . purring loudly a warning when the dreams began.<br /><br />I think that was when I first became aware of my dream sequences, which forever after have included cats.Nin Andrewshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12643167108589844026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757642773669370452.post-71849510059407673442011-10-19T08:16:37.127-04:002011-10-19T08:16:37.127-04:00Oy, Nin, the ear thing.
Confession time, proceed ...Oy, Nin, the ear thing.<br /><br />Confession time, proceed at your own risk.<br /><br />While I had been aware that certain anatomical features have in certain historical epochs been, as it's said, "objectified," this information had remained for me securely locked-off in the "objective" realms (observation, information, theory). <br /><br />For no part of my own humble anatomy had ever, to my knowledge, been "objectified" by anyone or anything.<br /><br />Then into our little Coprosperity Sphere there wandered the latest in a long line of stray and/or feral cat arrivistes.<br /><br />This one, a huge, handsome, intelligent and amazingly hyperactive male Siamese, greeted me by heading straight for... you guessed it.<br /><br />It was then I became, to my astonishment, an "earholder". (Or perhaps I should say, I may have been one all along, but it was only then I became conscious of it.)<br /><br />Having your ears suckled upon by a large, drooling, deliriously purring warm-blooded animal, while its claws are sunk into your neck for a secure grip, is a curious experience indeed.<br /><br />This cat does not perform this -- er, would it be called a "behaviour"? -- with the other human who dwells here. As far as he is concerned, she is merely neutral, a form of furniture. <br /><br />Why is this? I enquired, early on.<br /><br />"Because you have such large ears," I was told.<br /><br />"That, and because he thinks you are his mother."<br /><br />Life will never again be the same.<br /><br />(By the by, for this cat, either ear will do. Well, they're the same size.)TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.com