Lovely interactions today with
— a little dog named Cookie who reminded me of Grover on Sesame Street
— a piebald pony at the stables down the street who had glaucoma in one eye
— Dante and Nemo, as per usual, thinking how like bunnies they are…
[Nemo has pica — the desire to eat nonfood items — in his case, plastic. If he is anywhere near a plastic bag or a bit of plastic wrapping he rushes to it and starts gnawing and drooling all over it. It’s an inconvenient habit. Cat Fancy magazine informs me that he does this out of sheer neurosis.]
We ought to maximize our interactions with animals. Or… I shouldn’t generalize. I ought to. They are so very much themselves, without any tiresome confusions or insistences or statements of “identity.”
Otohime 