It always gives me a shiver when I see a cat seeing what I can’t see.
I see what he sees, in the fuzzy distance.
But I am clueless over his thoughts.
Is she friend or foe to him, in this particular instance?
Does he ponder a gesture of friendship,
or the pounce of an attack?
The scene could be two cats, merely relaxing a few feet apart,
or the onset of a game…the principal players plotting to raise fine hairs down the back.
Although all cat games have their rules and rituals, these vary with the individual player. The cat, of course, never breaks a rule. If it does not follow precedent, that simply means it has created a new rule and it is up to you to learn it quickly if you want the game to continue. ~Sidney Denham
What goes on in the gray-furred head?
I haven’t a clue, but in waiting there is dread,
that I’ll have to play referee and send them early to bed.