I swear Quill is clairvoyant. Tonight I was coming home from school. I had to take the bus and the stop is two blocks away from my street. Well, my folks and Quill were enjoying the beautiful night on the top balcony(so was I, the full moon is GORGEOUS!) and apparently, just as I got off the bus Quill wanted to go inside. Now, we have a sort of lookout window on the stair landing, and he always greets his humans from there, so as I came up from the driveway I saw him and thought little of his appearance except that he wanted to say hello. But when my mum told me that he went inside to wait for me a few minutes before I rounded the corner, I just wondered how in tune he really is to me . . . . O__o
I mean, he went inside just as I was getting off of the bus, so he couldn't have known I was coming home. It could have been sheer coincidence, but the fact that he was waiting at the window . . . It wasn't as if I suddenly burst into "The Sound of Music", as I so often do.
Or did he know?
This is what I find so amazing about cats, their sheer mystery. I thought I knew Quill, but he most likely knows more than anyone could ever know.
Anyway, I'm rambling.
I need some sleep.
I mean, he went inside just as I was getting off of the bus, so he couldn't have known I was coming home. It could have been sheer coincidence, but the fact that he was waiting at the window . . . It wasn't as if I suddenly burst into "The Sound of Music", as I so often do.
Or did he know?
This is what I find so amazing about cats, their sheer mystery. I thought I knew Quill, but he most likely knows more than anyone could ever know.
Anyway, I'm rambling.