"And I can smell a pinch of hope
To almost have allowed once fingers
To stroke
The fingers I was given to touch with
But careful, careful
There lies my passion, hidden
There lies my love"

-Bjork - Hidden Place


I wonder if cats and other various animals ever grow bored of being pet. I don’t know about most animals, but my kitten is pet massive amounts throughout the day. Not to say that it wouldn’t feel good each time, just that it might become old and repetitive, or that they might become desensitized from the touch. I mean, if you were to for example, eat a lollypop everyday – and not just some ordinary lollypop, but an amazing lollypop of your favorite flavor that dissolves on your tongue at just the right speed so that you can bite down on the remnants without hurting your teeth when you’re finished and so that it doesn’t disappear before you’re ready – and you ate this lollypop everyday for years and years. This might grow tedious, not to mention expensive if you don’t buy in bulk, even though you once couldn’t think of anything better than eating that lollypop. (come on folks, use your imagination) And, to direct myself away from my lollypop example, if someone were to rub their hand down my back randomly throughout the day, yes I’d find that conveniently comforting and phenomenal. But I imagine myself one day getting used to that same touch. Not that I wouldn’t still like it, just that it wouldn’t have the same effect that it used to.

But then, I have to remind myself that this is a concept I haven’t felt yet and therefore cannot judge. My lollypop gives me no love along with its fruity flavor and nicely-timed dissolvage. But with each pet, I offer my cat pure affection. So I have to imagine that the spark of love can be felt with each touch and that only this is what keeps each stroke new and exciting enough that the startling feeling never fades. I am spreading love down my kitten’s back through the contact of my hand. I have to imagine a love.





jonelle kelly
February 10, 2002