The Talking Cat
I go to a performance. A man is talking about a woman and her cat. After the show, I meet the cat and he extends one of his front paws to shake my hand. He tells me he's happy to meet me and we have an instantaneous rapport. The woman seems jealous.
After reading this I paused, then giggled, and read it again. It's witty. It expresses how self absorbed the human race can be. This woman's cat greets and starts a conversation with the narrator and all the owner can do is grow envious. Why? Because the cat never conversed with her in the same manner?
She's so wrapped up in her self, trying to twist her mind around the fact that her cat has better people to talk to than her, rather than pondering the question of why her CAT is SPEAKING in the first place. It isn't a matter of "Oh my goodness, an animal is talking!" it is more a matter of "Hey why isn't my pet talking to ME?" Unbelievable, and amusing all at once...
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