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Cats stare, they hardly blink, a slow closure of their eyes sometimes, or eyes tight shut, but you know they have half an eye checking out whats going on.
Ears pricked, listening for the rustle of a packet of food, the rip as you open it. They know the sound of a tin opening and releasing the smell of food.
Nose twitches, whiskers flex, mouth ready. Time for tea. And they move quickly when they tune into the signals you send them.
Cats don’t care.
Cats are aloof
They don’t need a councillor
They just need love
They can break your heart
But sometimes they might
Just give you a stare
Saying, just don’t go there
I am a cat
This is MY Mat!
Put a picture of an eye or eyes up on a wall or building and crime drops. People are apparently influenced by an image of an eye. Perhaps that is why the story the handmaid’s tale uses the phrase “under his eye” as part of its narrative.
Eyes are all seeing, interrogative, piercing, but also are described as honest, kind, thoughtful, gentle.
Eyes are the windows of the soul. The look of longing, watching, friendship. Caring eyes. Intelligent eyes. So many descriptions. Your eyes weep, cry, shed tears.
Eyes linger on a sunset, watch the television, look back in anger. Using your eyes to see. Recognise your friends and family……
Dont let your eyes darken, grow clouded, become opaque with cataracts. Blink away tears.
Glance at the sky, watch a bird in flight, look at your watch, wear mascara. Stare at the world. Close your eyes, and, sleep.
When cats stare what are they seeing? Why do they look at things that don’t seem to exist. I see him pouncing on things but they are not visible to me. A great big purr/miaow yowl… then a rush and land crash onto a chair or leap over a bag or some books.
Seeing the unseen.. A sixth sense? No smell, nothing to feel, no image. I look in the same direction, nothing.
Can cats see into the past or future? Can they see ghosts? He never hisses and his tail does not thrash from side to side. The look is curious, open eyed. Querying the validity of what he sees.
There is a Shakespeare quote from Hamlet, something along the lines of “there are more things on heaven and that are dreamt of in my philosophy Horatio”
Maybe cats can see through our universe. Maybe they can see into the next….
You know that look cats have. That long slow stare, then a shift to look away at something else. Perhaps a twitch of an ear. Paws tucked up underneath. Then a sudden decision, movement, a lick of the paw. Settle again. Warm body resting on my knee. Curled up now, but if I move an eye opens and he stares again. Measuring minutes and hours, quietly, steadily…. I always miss his blink, to me his eyes are eternally open, then closed, but open…..
Late at night, my cat suddenly stares into the other room, somehow aware of something in there. I look but there is nothing but darkness, no sound, no movement, no figure, nothing except an old armchair.
It doesn’t happen often, but I feel sure my cat is seeing something in another realm that we cannot see. Cats eyes are so accurate, catch every ray of light, every glimmer or speck of movement. Reflecting them back in the dark as shining pools of mother of pearl, glimmering, unblinking.
What does he see? A previous presence? A future me? A distant spectre made visible by random fluctuations in the aether?
Nothing happens, he continues to stare for a few moments more then relaxes and commences washing his paws.
Mallaband-Brown