Pugnare amamus

Posted on March 27, 2004 in Cats Journals & Notebooks

More from the notebook.

Pugnare amamus say the cats. We love to fight. Fiona grabs Boadicea by the scruff, pulls her head up. What interaction is happening? I can read it on the surface, but can one make a mistake? I’ve known it to happen, men who are drunk wrestling for the hell of it. A third thinks the fight is real and starts kicking the shit out of one of them. Gentle voices, reminders. “Hey, don’t overdo it.” “Hey don’t worry.” “Hey, they’re just goofing off.” I can find this out by talking to them, so how can I presume to know the motives of a cat at all times? Was it play or motal combat? I cannot know. I cannot know. I cannot know.