My west coast brother once again has time to alert me about special days, now that his youngest daughter is married and pretty much moved out, at least as far as I know. Today, he has informed me, is "National Cat Day" (I'm pretty sure there are at least 360 of those each year) and also "National Hermit Day." I thought I knew what a hermit is (I've sometimes thought I might like to be one, especially when my GPP beats me at Gin Rummy and Scrabble in the same day). But that's a story for another time, or maybe never. I did beat him at Wordle. Anyway, I checked out the definition for hermit. Google says it's "a person living in solitude as a religious discipline." Substitute 'being' for 'person' and that could describe a cat, which seems appropriate on National Cat Day. Even the religious aspect. As the old saying goes, dogs think they're human while cats think they're god. You know it's true by the way they greet you. When I would return from any trip, even only to the grocery store, my dogs would practically do cartwheels, in their eager anticipation of sharing my life and space again. My cats, on the other hand, if they deigned to show up at all when I returned from a trip, would stroll into the entry way, look me over as if to say "Oh, it's you." then turn and stroll away to resume their interrupted nap. It is true that cats sleep about 22 hours a day. Sounds like a hermit to me.
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