In which there is Twister behind every word…

Internet,

A furry little head is what I want to put my palms on right now, more than anything else. I have felt such joy in playing with animals. I played with a friend’s cat this weekend. And for a cat-non-lover like myself, it was fun. Yeah yeah! there is no shame in accepting this, even to a die-hard dog lover.

It was fun. But cats are cats and dogs are dogs. And so even if it was fun, there was the satisfaction lacking of having got down on your knees and rolled around with a dog who weighs as much as you and is not a nimble thing but a clumsy organism that can show how to fall or trip in 5 different ways in a matter of two minutes. Yes, that is what I missed. The feel of an animal pushing you back or with its paws on your shoulders and licking your face till it hurts or chasing you around because it knows it is as much of a fun game for you as for itself or just charging towards you to meet you, banging into you because it cannot contain its excitement at making a new friend or meeting an old one or just the ferocious bark to make me shit in my pants- that is what I missed.

I am a dog person. Always have been since I was a kid. Playing with cats was a new thing. It is something that maybe one gets used to over a period of time. However I am not so sure if I ever will be comfortable about it. And so I stand between two pillars- one a promise to not play with a dog till I am reunited with my own and the other that furry though cats may be, but the warmth that I crave in return from an animal- they are too self-occupied to provide that to me.

I miss my dog. Isn’t that the bottomline?