The cats have taken to sitting on a pile of clean and folded blankets on the windowsill in the sitting room. It's a room with a view. Two views. One to the inaccessible world and the other to the place they call home.
They like the light. Well, sometimes. Often they lie in a cave made of duvet.
I have, unbelievably, sent the short version of the dreaded to Ben-the-supervisor. I have the whole dreaded done. Somewhat different from what I started to post on here. it may, of course, probably will, change again after Ben raises his wise and clear questions.
In the meantime, I will start on the card index for my animal project.
I believe we can access other minds. Not fully. Not without the veil, the veil of the fact that they are other, but there is a direct experience. Gained by seeing them, knowing them, registering what is salient in the environment to them.
Now, Buji sits on the folded blankets watching a spider on the other side of the glass weave a web. Beyond, people walk to and from the Fun Fair, cars pass, the world goes on. But his vision is not good for distance. He watches the spider, experimentally taps. Understands that it is inaccessible. Watches some more. Loses interest and goes to the kitchen where he sniffs at the food. Wuji lies on the rug, watching me, occasionally distracted by the dog's snores, Buji's comings and goings, the sounds outside. He wants to play with his string, but knows typing makes me inaccessible. Buji returns to the widow. Sees inside a small fly. Catches and eats it. Licks his lips, jumps down, returns to the kitchen and once again sniffs his food. Drinks instead. Two minds, inadequately stimulated. I type. The dog snores. The world passes by outside.
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