Years ago, it was rare for dogs and cats to spend their days inside. They lived in the yard and roamed freely about the farm, and if there were other animals on the property, they all knew each other. Although the denizens of the barn and fields didn’t come inside the house, there were some that attained status close to that of their furred companions. Perhaps they were not best friends, but they knew each other well enough to tolerate being photographed together for their person.
Any ideas for what that cat is thinking? Perhaps, “If I don’t look, they don’t exist” or “The dull, the loud, and me.” What would you write in a thought bubble above that cat’s head?