I have long been in the habit of talking to the cats when I am at home. In fact, I tell them everything! But lately I have noticed the somewhat alarming habit of speaking my thoughts out loud when I am out of doors. Alone.
Seriously. I’ll be in the supermarket and say – OUT LOUD – oh! I almost forgot to get coffee!. Or out in the street I will comment – OUT LOUD – on something that catches my eye. Stuff like that. And I can’t seem to stop myself. Heck, I probably don’t even notice I’m doing it half the time.
Then I remembered how we used to think that people talking to themselves in the street were, well, nuts. But now it’s commonplace to see people talking to their mobile phones with an earphone/microphone set up, so it’s more likely these days that we will assume the person seemingly yakking away to themselves is taking a call, not crazy in the head.
Hence my new plan to wear a earphone/microphone set while out and about, with the jack end of the cord just tucked into my top. That’ll keep ’em guessing! 🙂
A couple of years ago I wrote about the sea cats of Cádiz, remarking on the little shelters that someone had put out for them amongst the seawall boulders. This visit I was not only pleasantly surprised to see many more shelters put up, but I also met the woman responsible for them. She also captures the cats, gets them sterilised, and returns them to their sea homes. On this day I found her caring for a small ginger girl who was feeling poorly and we got to talking. What a wonderful thing to do.
