When we went to Spain to visit Paula our exchange student and her family there they took us to her grandmother's place. The grandmother didn't speak any English but her Spanish was so emphatic and and she was so clear on what she was saying that we didn't need to have anything translated with her. It was pretty funny!
But she had this cat that was 15 years old. It sat in a room and didn't move very much. They said it was very mean and not to try to touch it or anything. So of course our family all wanted to look at the cat that was so mean.
When it turned to face us its eyes were so big and it looked so intensely at us that I felt like I was being heated. I felt like it was controlled rage staring at me. I don't know why the cat conveyed that and I don't believe that's what the cat was trying to convey but it was so weird to see that look in the pickup on that vibe.
Ever since then I've remembered that. And I remembered that look. I have a fear that I am developing that look as I get older. A look of arrogance and anger. A look of fear and loathing because of whatever.
I hope I'm not starting look like that.
