Today, for the first time, our junior cat, Dominic, aka Nickey, settled in to sleep on the counter next to the computer I was working on. I turned on a cat video just to see how he would react. The birds on the screen chirped, moved, fought and fed. Nickey’s eyes flew open, he watched intently. He crept nearer. He sniffed the screen. He drew back and thought it over. He crept forward again and gently patted the screen. He sat down again and watched. Then, giving me a look of contempt, as only a cat can do, he stalked across the keyboard shutting the program down and left in search of a quieter place to sleep.
I wonder. Am I as smart as Nickey? Are any of us? To the cat, what was on the screen had no smell, no body warmth, no texture, no reality, no soul. Can we be so caught up in the illusion of desirable things that we forget that there is no true reality in entertainments and advertisements, that they do not truly feed, do not feed our soul?