I love petting Scooter, my gorgeous long-haired tuxedo cat. His fur feels like cashmere. But the greatest joy is that he purrs, loudly. He makes me believe–true or not–that I’m the most important being in his life. Then he leaps off my lap and scratches the furniture and bites his sister’s eaars. Nonetheless, when I’m petting him, I’m sure we’re communicating.
I wish all beings made a sound which allowed me to understand their thoughts. Oh, yes, I know many do and often loudly and crudely, but that’s not what I mean. For example:
I wish those I cook for made a sound like “yummy, yummy” every time they enjoyed that meal or treat. Of course, the echoing silence coming from them when chewing a dish they didn’t like might be a downside.
Wouldn’t it be great if a teenager made a positive sound when he/she recognized I’d done something right or good or helpful instead of that withering shrug. Perhaps it would sound something like a dove, a high pitched “Cool, cool, cool.” Or, if that’s too much to expect, “Okay, okay.” Just not, “Whatever.”
Or, perhaps, my boss–as he piled more work on my desk–might make a sound like, “Good job” or “Well done.” Could be I’d work even harder.
As I think of this, I realize I too should make more positive sounds when something good happens. Yes, I should actually give my approval in real words. “Great” or “Thank you” or “I admire you”.
What do you think?