Well, this is next month, so I haven't really messed up yet...

Hello there. I'm back again, with yet another contribution to this little, unnoticed blog of mine. No, the fact that it's Valentine's Day has nothing to do with anything. I, in fact, just realized that the reason I haven't posted anything here since January First is that I don't want anything on top of that wonderful post. Silly, right? I even copied it into a text document and saved it to my computer... I think I like it so much because of how I described the Internet. But, as it is February, I have, so far, not ruined my New Year's Resolution to post here more often!  Of course, I haven't updated my actual website since before my previous post... but whatever. I have been busy with school, after all. I have learned something amusing, but not unexpected if you ever think about it. If everyone you know knows that you adore cats, have cats, and that your family has almost always had more than one cat, telling them you got a pair of finches baffles them. (For those of you who don't know, finches are little, often brightly colored birds, of which there are many varieties and breeds.) The cat-loving people you know, however, do not ask why you got birds or if that was a good idea with cats around. Instead, they'll ask you how your cats responded, often with many predictions, such as "Why did you get such pretty toys you won't let us play with?" as a reasonable cat-response to a pair of small, caged, birds. 

However close that guess might be, my cats had two, very different, responses. Owen, the 'kitten,' though he's a little over a year old, saw them and perhaps said something like this: "Maybe if I climb all over this odd box I'll find the way to get those feathery toys out! Why are you yelling at me? But they want me to play with them! See? They're flying around, they're playing!" Tapeoca, having many more years of experience and wisdom, knew right away that trying to actually get at the birds was unlikely to have much success. Sure, she tested the bars of the cage a few times, but mostly she just watches them, as you or I would watch a fascinating movie. Her response would be more like: " How nice of my humans. They got me an indoor window, which I can watch some birds up-close, or from my favorite places on the furniture. Now if only Owen would stop blocking my view."

Another New Year

Written things are meant to be read. Even those things people write and never show anybody: What they want more than anything is for someone o read what they wrote and say "Wow, that was an amazing work of language and imagination, " or  "That was fascinating! Who would've guessed that so many people misspell 'teh'!" Something along those lines, anyway. That little fact, I believe, is the whole reason for this tangle of ideas, information, fiction, mis-information, and writing that is the Internet. It is the whole reason blogs like this one exist- it is why books exist, it is why oral stories and histories exist...movies and plays, even! For after all; What difference does it me if something is read with the fingers, ears, eyes, or some other sense entirely. I, personally, prefer books to movies, but each person has their own opinion. Perhaps you're wondering what this has to do with New Year's? Well, the thing is... I'm going to try harder to write things here. Interesting things. Informative things. Here, and at my website Cat Etiquette.  I there fore hope I have some readers...or that perhaps I can entice some to my sites. After all, unread things are rather lonely. There are so many interesting things to read about, and to write about... I'm astonished every time I step into a book store or a library and really look around. There are books on everything! And even in the largest collection of such things so much is not there, even on the internet,  because there's just so much! So few people realize this, however. These things are buried just below the surface for most people, making it so you have to look to see the obvious. And few people look, or so it seems to me. I mean, the best place to hide something is in plain sight. Even people who know that- Where do they most often look first? Under things, in boxes, in closets, drawers... and where are/is the *insert commonly lost household item(s) here*? On top of the dresser, on top of the TV, on your bed, right where you left it/them... the most obvious places, really. Yet some things, like, say, milk, are very rarely lost, because everyone knows where to find milk! It's in the fridge! Like the  milk, most people would say, "things to be read? They're in books! Magazines!" etc..., but truly there are things to be 'read' everywhere there are words spoken, written or signed. The share of information is what humans are good at, and the internet is, in some ways, even better for it than books, (Hey, you can get books online! Sometimes even for free! See?). But the information still has to be received, processed, remembered, and perhaps even understood. It's very important to think about written things, even if you stop to think only after reading the entire thing. And I don't mean 'think about' the way they want you to in schools, analyzing this and that until what the book truly is is just a foot note, if it's there at all. I mean 'think about it' as in 'it makes you discover things about the world you didn't know,' or ' it becomes something you catch yourself wondering about in your free time,' or whatever it is to you. Mind you, everyone is different, and some things just don't have that- something- that one can think about for days or months, minutes or years. I want to write things that make people think I try to write things that make people think. But I, too, need someone to read them.