Room with a View

 

I think animals must become frustrated at certain things like we do.  The older squirrels who miss when leaping for that next branch.  Or the Hippo standing extremely bored at the zoo, listening day after day to the chatter of the humans staring at them, perhaps remembering how life once was.

Even our household pets must get really annoyed at us when we’re slow to catch on that they need to go outside, or that is it now 20 minutes past their dinner time and we sit, oblivious to their hints.

At the far end of the spectrum must be the goldfish.  Going around and around again, not remembering they were just there a second ago.  A submerged view of the room beyond the glass.  How strange we must appear to them, standing upright, continually wandering about the same room, over and over again.