July 20, 2025, Evo Numy
Photo by me.
My cat meows at me.
I see her frustration.
She is stuck in that body. She cannot communicate. She cannot fully express her frustration of being an intelligent being.
I am just beginning to recognize it.
She is different. Somehow, she understands more than the others but I cannot understand her.
My cat looks at me.
I see her frustration.
There is clearly something there. Something in her eyes that can communicate an emotion to me.
It’s interesting, the eyes. How can the eyes communicate such a complex message:
“You can see me. Try to understand me.”
My cat meows. Another message:
“Clearly I’m on par with your intelligence. I might even surpass it.
Stop treating me like some playing, human.
Feed me.”
A single drop of sweat rolls down my forehead.