As I sit here happily sipping on chamomile with a ball of fluff curled up in my lap, the sweetest purr penetrates the silence of the room and I am filled with warmth and gratitude for these loving creatures. 

I could tell her anything, share my thoughts with reckless abandon. Animals take our dirty little secrets to the grave. They don’t engage in childish gossip, use our shameful unmentionables to fuel stale conversation, or keep them close at hand to use against us now or at a later date.  They have no political stance, neither prejudice nor any religious/anti-religious views to forcibly instill on the people around them. If they do hold any animosity well then it’s all in the eyes and at least they have the courtesy to judge us silently. Sadly the same can’t be said for the majority of our mortal counterparts.

But what I admire the most of all is their natural ability to communicate without words. I can tell she loves me as she rubs up against my leg, the way her head tilts backwards when I stroke her furry little chin or the moments I catch her looking at me in complete adoration. And this my friends is really all that needs to be said…

If we were ever to break the great divide and happened to discover a common language with the beast, I’m pretty confident that all they would care to say is… “You know what…you humans talk to much.”

lucas