In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A Moment in Time.”
If one would dare to ask, would you rather have a companion, True Love as it were, or the opportunity to shape shift into a cat and thereby experience the world through a cats’s eyes; I might choose perpetual loneliness in exchange for the gift of shape shifting. Who is Lucie?
Look at her. So intent but on what? I can’t remember the last time, I paid that much attention to anything. What is she thinking? Does she ponder one thought at a time, or does she multi-task? Is she thinking simultaneously I am hungry; what’s that smell; who is out there; or does she experience life as one emotion after another? What is it like to purr? Is it like a mini orgasm?
As my day progresses, I find myself looking at Lucie, fascinated by her responses. Sometimes her movements are so tiny, they are almost imperceptible, and yet, with each movement there is a drastic change of focus. If she looks at me as she is looking above, but then puts her ears back, I move back – quickly!
Lucie what are you thinking as you stare out into space?