My daughter’s pinpointed the difference between her two tiger cats: Acer has an imaginative life keeping him busy — he’s a mighty African lion, a belly-crawling spy, a baby who must be carried up the stairs — while Tar is simply happy being a cat.
I’m a little worried the contrast offers great metaphor for human life. Satisfied and sweet? Or creative and twitchy?
Yesterday, on such a lovely August day, after swimming in the pond, my friend reminds me of this E. B. White quote from Charlotte’s Web. Ah…..
The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last for ever. Even on the most beautiful days in the whole year – the days when summer is changing into autumn – the crickets spread the rumour of sadness and change.
2 thoughts on “Crickets”
We pass a ridiculous amount of time discussing the differences between our two cats. It’s grand fun.
Glad to hear we’re not the only family focused around the felines. What a dull life we must have lived before these two tigers joined us.