It is hard not to laugh when you come home and your cat is lounging on your shoes.
Jeoffry had found my sandals under the dining room table and was stretched out on them.
It is funny to try to think how a cat thinks, not that you will ever understand it.
One morning last week I got up early, before it was light, because I had work to do. I made my way downstairs to make coffee. Then I went looking for the cat.
He was in the front room, staring out at the dark garden. God knows what he saw there. But he must have seen something. Because when I reached out to pet him he jumped out of his skin. Then he leapt off his perch and backed up, staring at me.
He did not hiss. Sweet Jeoffry, he never hisses or growls. But he looked at me as if I were some kind of threat. He did not seem to understand who I was. It took him a good 10 seconds.
I was thinking: That is a clue to how he thinks.
He thinks he is in the jungle!
It was almost like getting a clue as to how Leonard Pennario's mind worked. A foreign being. I would look for clues.