The Empty Box Theory
Stock Image The Empty Box Theory The kittens are gone, and my humans have mistaken a quieter house for solitude. I have watched them rediscover each other with the astonishment of creatures who have spent twenty years looking everywhere for reading glasses, only to discover them in the fur on their heads. There is something about humans gone silver discovering they still have appetites. They spend decades believing desire is a young animal, then wake one morning to find the old beast sitting patiently at the foot of the bed. Age does not kill hunger. It simply removes the need to pretend hunger is embarrassing. My humans now look at each other differently. Less like roommates. More like accomplices. I approve of this. After all, life is short, the human kits have moved out, eventually everyone gets cold. Personally, I intend to spend my remaining year...
