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what the cat understands whether he knows that he understands it or not is that in everything there can be newness I do not know when he does most of his sleeping, but I watch each morning as he greets the house, lifting his nose up to everything familiar in order to remember where he is he traces each surface with his paws wanders around and around until he lays and falls asleep, then again waking with the same dedication to discovery he sits in the same windowsill every day, looking out at the same things, concerning himself only with the present
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Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 5:48 PM UTC
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what the cat understands whether he knows that he understands it or not is that in everything there can be newness I do not know when he does most of his sleeping, but I watch each morning as he greets the house, lifting his nose up to everything familiar in order to remember where he is he traces each surface with his paws wanders around and around until he lays and falls asleep, then again waking with the same dedication to discovery he sits in the same windowsill every day, looking out at the same things, concerning himself only with the present
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Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 5:48 PM UTC
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