"At
least two-thirds of our miseries spring from human stupidity, human
malice
and those great motivators and justifiers of malice and
stupidity: idealism, dogmatism
and proselytizing zeal on behalf of
religious or political ideas."
--Aldous Huxley--
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I hadn't noticed how much Jasper rubs against my legs.
I've been wearing "travel knit" pants almost constantly for many years now. They are kind of like spandex, but loose and drapey, and very comfortable. And they don't hold cat fur. Or much of anything, for that matter.
The past few days I've been wearing leggings (with long, loose tunics or caftan-like tops). The leggings have a matte finish.
This afternoon as I was heading out the door to go to the store, I happened to glance in the mirror and was shocked to find that my supposed-to-be black legs were gray from mid-calf down!
They were LOADED with fur.
Since then, I've been conscious of Jasper loving me. When I walk, he walks right next to me, leaning into the side of my leg. When I stop, he coils around the front of my legs, then around the back, then the front, and so on until I start moving again. If I've been out, when I come back in the door, he rubs against front and back, and I've unconsciously developed the habit of standing still just inside the door until he's finished, before moving down the hall, with him leaning against my side.
I never really noticed, because he never impedes my steps. He's never in front of my step. He's very gentle and subtle about it.
Weird.
He's very good about stairs, though. He gives me a good rub before I start up and then he's beside me but not rubbing me as we go up (although he always meows at me as we go up). Going down, he again gives a good rub before I start down (I've learned to pause before the first step), and then he runs several steps ahead of me to the bottom.
I wonder if he's "marking" me as his, or attempting to guide me, or guard me, or petting himself.
What's really weird is that he doesn't shed much anywhere but against my legs.
(And no, he hates being combed or brushed.) I'm going to have to start brushing me.
.
I've been wearing "travel knit" pants almost constantly for many years now. They are kind of like spandex, but loose and drapey, and very comfortable. And they don't hold cat fur. Or much of anything, for that matter.
The past few days I've been wearing leggings (with long, loose tunics or caftan-like tops). The leggings have a matte finish.
This afternoon as I was heading out the door to go to the store, I happened to glance in the mirror and was shocked to find that my supposed-to-be black legs were gray from mid-calf down!
They were LOADED with fur.
Since then, I've been conscious of Jasper loving me. When I walk, he walks right next to me, leaning into the side of my leg. When I stop, he coils around the front of my legs, then around the back, then the front, and so on until I start moving again. If I've been out, when I come back in the door, he rubs against front and back, and I've unconsciously developed the habit of standing still just inside the door until he's finished, before moving down the hall, with him leaning against my side.
I never really noticed, because he never impedes my steps. He's never in front of my step. He's very gentle and subtle about it.
Weird.
He's very good about stairs, though. He gives me a good rub before I start up and then he's beside me but not rubbing me as we go up (although he always meows at me as we go up). Going down, he again gives a good rub before I start down (I've learned to pause before the first step), and then he runs several steps ahead of me to the bottom.
I wonder if he's "marking" me as his, or attempting to guide me, or guard me, or petting himself.
What's really weird is that he doesn't shed much anywhere but against my legs.
(And no, he hates being combed or brushed.) I'm going to have to start brushing me.
.
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