The cats no longer laugh at my jokes.
For a long time I thought it was because most of my jokes are based
on puns, and cats only admit to knowing American English as a second
or third language. So when you tell them a pun, most of the time they
will just stare at you. But I mean the other kinds of jokes, even a
pratfall doesn't get a chuckle out of them. Brighton acts as if the
mafia were looking for him and Mariah is pretending to be Catwoman,
going out at night and victimizing the local rodents. She's above it
all. Buddy laughs. He's a good dog and I can count on his support in
most things.
It's not like I plan a career as a
stand up comedian for critters, but since I spend a great part of my
conversations speaking to a cat or dog or chicken, I tend to expect a
reaction from my audience. The hens tend to get very literal. They
find human humor difficult to fathom. Go ahead, ask a chicken why
they crossed the road, they will not look you in the eyes, they will
mumble and mention something about greener pastures and all, but they
will never say “to get to the other side”. It's just not the way
hens think. Cats don't appreciate humor because they tend to be
overly sensitive about their own appearances and a pie in the face is
just a mess to them. Subtle jokes are impossible to understand in a
cat mind, they are not very subtle beasts. But a dog... well, a dog
will do most anything to please a human, even laugh at their jokes.
For that I thank them.
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