Monday, April 4, 2016

The Memory of Cats

Last week, my parents came down for a visit.  Mostly to go shopping at Asian grocery stores, but partially to see me, as well.

Anyway, as my mother is wont to do, she brought down a ton of my stuff that's been in storage, because, well... that's what she does.  Not that I particularly wanted any of it, but she brought it anyway.  Surprisingly, I did keep a lot of it.  Some I threw away, some I sent back to be returned to storage.

But, this little thing caught my eye:

I honestly can't remember where this came from, though I'm fairly certain it belonged to an ex-girlfriend.  Whatever the case, I thought it might be a nice addition to my new kitchen, which is the largest kitchen I've ever had (and I love it... especially since I started learning how to cook a while ago).

So, why am I writing about this?

I'm getting to that... have some fucking patience.

Well, I'm getting to it now, so I guess patience is moot at this point.

The last time this picture was on display was likely 2005, maaaaybe the very first few days of 2006.  It's also very possible this thing has been boxed since early 2004.  Regardless... the last time this thing was on display, I had several cats (not just the two I had now), three dogs (not just Starbuck), and (in all likelihood) a live-in girlfriend.

Today I caught one of my cats, Sagremor, studying and staring at this thing for quite a while.  Normally, I wouldn't think anything of it, since cats are a curious lot, but I've had this thing out for almost a week now.

And he just now decided to... do whatever he was doing.  For a moment, he appeared lost in some latent memories and his expression made me think of his brothers (litter-mate Arthur, plus Tristan and Gawain - whom he barely knew), his father (Galahad - whom Sagremor also barely knew), his sister (Isolde), and his mother (Guinevere - both females ran away together).

It got me thinking about how people and animals may or may not remember other people, animals, places, and things.  It got me wondering what mylife could've, would've, should've been like, which led me to the realization that it doesn't really matter.

Which got me wondering what Sagremor might say to all of that.  Does he miss his family?  Or is he content and happy where he is and how things wound up?

Maybe I'll go stare at the picture for a little while... try to remember exactly how I got that damned thing.

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