This morning it was pawing a pipe I had put on one of the shelves of the bookcase opposite my bed. No, it didn't push it off. It was very considerate. Obviously a better cat than some people have. Thoughtful.
The other day I was thinking about pets. There is a man in the centre of the country somewhere who has three honey badgers he's raised from infancy. They are playful, charming, rambunctious, affectionate, and awesomely destructive. Teeth and long claws. They've shredded tires and durable pet toys in mere minutes. They wrestle, and occasionally draw blood. Verging on hyper-active. Super intelligent and extremely likable agents of mayhem.
I would like a honey badger. She, as previously mentioned, is a hamster person. The compromise would be a ferret (more hyper, not nearly so destructive, limitation of size).
Zoomies, weasel war dance, wrigglies.
But I have a ghost cat.
That's ... okay.
It probably lived here years ago and revisits its old home.
And that's fine too. Perhaps better than a ferret, and in all honesty who could mind a clean animal occasionally wandering about, not destroying things, just curious and careful, and largely ignoring the living occupant? Which is what I will probably do a few decades hence when I have ceased living and the robots have taken over. A large grey box on the table will wake up and notice through a sensor that there is a human shadow near where the easy chair stood, then go back to sleep.
It may remember once in a while to put out a bowl of warm caffeine.
Because that is, as everyone knows, what humans like.
Mmm, caffeine!
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