My lady person asked me this morning how to tell when I’m
happy. She said mammals move their ears, wag their tails, twitch the skin of
their faces into different expressions to show their state of mind.
As you can imagine, that isn’t my style. I move the skin of
my face to open my mouth or close my eyes, but that’s about it. The idea of
tail-wagging embarrasses me. And I don’t have external flaps of skin involved
in my auditory senses. You could say I’m an artist of the minimalist
expressionism genus.
I think Georgi likes me a little more now.
So, when am I happy? How do you tell? You don’t. You feed me
fruit, or cheese, or pancakes, and I’ll either be happy to eat it, or I’ll
leave it. If I’m asleep on my heat rock, I’m probably quite content.
This sharing of thoughts is quite new to me. I hope you’re
all enjoying a non-human perspective; it may not be common. I hear web
connection is difficult for creatures without thumbs. At least they can smile,
I suppose. I don’t mind keeping my emotions behind my scaly armour, to be
honest.
Perhaps keep this in mind: I am well-fed, warm, and
comfortable. Whether you can see it or not, I’m smiling.
Confidingly,
Mikey
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