My cat Biscuit enjoys no better perch to observe the world from than a book. If there are a dozen other items to sit on, she will choose that. She is of the opinion that this makes her profoundly intelligent, even literate, but I explained to her that she is not able to absorb Kafka's Metamorphosis through her butt.
"It's not reading, Biscuit. It's sitting. You can't absorb literature like that."
"Absorbed as much as you did," she replied.
Gotta admit she's right.
© 2011 Kona Lowell