After living with cats for more than 30 years, I am convinced that we are able to communicate. Often I think it might be one-way. But at times we no doubt completely understand one another.
Yes, as anyone with a cat as their roommate knows, they let you know loud and clear when they want to be fed. These are some of the most annoying conversations.
But then there’s the moment when I return from work, after my husband has already fed them, when they are so happy to see me. Hopping up to my level on the dresser or bed. Purring so loudly you can hear them from across the room. Their little noses reaching for my hand wanting my touch. There is a true connection. They belong with me. They are happy and content. And we have that “welcome home” conversation.
Or the morning when I am getting ready, and my boy cat jumps up on the dresser for some attention while I finish my coffee. He gently nudges my arm with his paw while I stand there, his eyes begging for a little pet on the head. And his little eyes close when I rub his chin and cheek. It makes me smile. I talk to him and he responds with his cute cat noises.
Then there are days when I’ve been frustrated, or hurt. And they will listen to me as I vent my frustrations, and they appear to understand. Maybe they do, maybe they don’t. Either way it doesn’t really matter.
I especially love when my girl cat, with her soft gray fur, snuggles up to me and her little paws go in and out in happiness as we snuggle. She is telling me she is so happy and at peace.
They are a very important part of my life, and I intend to do my part to let them know every single day we are together ♥