Post 521: the presence


I feel a light touch on my arm. It’s Andy, trying to tell me something.

“What’s the matter, boy? Cat got yer tongue?”

He sits there. I reach a finger toward his nose. He touches his nose to my finger.

“What is it, Andy?”

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Nothing, it seems. He just wants me to know he’s still here, but he’ll accept any effort to amuse him! In the meantime, he’ll just stare at me in some telepathic experiment with his human.

“Feed me tuna! Bring out the wand toy! Scratch my chin!” I try to interpret his message.

You never know. I never know! All I can do is follow him and hope whatever his pleasure is we’ll stumble on it in our little walk.