Everything sublime is as difficult as it is rare. Baruch Spinoza

Monday, January 30, 2023

Be Like Frieda

No worries here. -16 F? Big Deal. All that noise crashing around in the two-leggers heads? So What. Frieda has for herself a warm fire, a soft throw on an ottoman, a full dish of food and water and an upright (sort of) Homo sapien on a figurative lease to do her bidding. Who is the higher life form?




 

10 comments:

Boud said...

This reminds me of the Seinfeld question: an alien comes to earth to observe, sees people following dogs, picking up and carrying their poop, concluding dogs are the master species.

Sandra said...

HA!!! Those of us who are or have been owned know this is true.

Pixie said...

And this is why cats rule:)

Sandra said...

Indeed it is, Pixie!

Val Ewing said...

Hah! Love it. In creative writing in high school I wrote a story about aliens visiting my neighborhood on Christmas Eve. They left thinking we worshiped a guy in a red suit and flew around with reindeer.

My dog Charlie is doing this thing too. Hanging out in front of the heater blower and laying on his blanket on the couch.

I get to do chores!

e said...

Same situation here except for the temperature...and I am also doing chores.

Sandra said...

Val, So you've always been fanciful! That is a good story.

Sometimes you've got to wonder who's in charge. Or not, I guess we know!

Sandra said...

The three are curled up on the unmade bed, burrowed into the down, e. I'm doing laundry!

Anonymous said...

Cats have Staff... they know they are the elevated life form...Winks... Dawn the Bohemian

Sandra said...

Dawn, I am certainly ‘the staff’!