We have a new kitten in our house. Allegedly born somewhere around Valentine’s
day, she’s now in the stage where everything is prey. The belt of my robe has fallen to her
stealth, and the stuffed Mr. Burns doll (yes, recall the Simpsons) needs to
have his stuffing put back in nearly every day.
She’s wild, vital, and completely alive in every sense.
One of her favorite toys is a laser pointer. When she bites on the things that she should
not bite, we get out the pointer. She
recognizes that the appearance of the black metal cartridge precedes the fun,
and goes onto high alert when it is brandished.
We use it to imitate an insect, zooming briefly on the floor and then
disappearing, only to return somewhere else soon. When it is invisible, the kitten sits intently,
applying every sense to the discovery of the dot. As I watched her this morning, I realized she
was SNIFFING for it, hunting it with even those senses that were obviously
not (to our minds, anyway) involved. How like the seer she is, I
thought.
We not only see, WE SEEK.
Blessed be thou.
