Most of the time when I look at my cats, I think of them as independent beings, each with a distinct personality and identity. They don't come into my consciousness as cats, but as Yin Yin the deep thinker, or Yang Yang the handsome boy, or Mei Mei the cutie pie. It's the same way I might think about a friend or a family member.
But occasionally -- just occasionally -- I look at them and think, "There are animals living in my house."
This is a really exciting idea. I'm sharing my house with another species entirely, but there are no mice in the basement or squirrels in the attic who scurry away whenever I turn on the light. My cats are animals that I actually have a relationship with. We communicate and understand one another. We each make adjustments to accommodate the other. We seek out each other's company. We love one another. How cool is that?
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