As my pen glides in an irregular pattern across the page, four eyes watch with complete interest and intense curiosity as if they were trying to decode the meaning in its motion. When I finally look up from my tablet, the eyes are fixed on my every move. The pupils dilate and constrict with my breathing. They seem focused on everything and, at the same time, nothing. If I stare back they narrow in such a subtle way that I’m not quite sure it was a reaction to my gaze. Then I speak and the eyes open wide. They open the windows to the cat people with whom I share my life.
what do cats really know and what are they going to do with that knowledge. ? that stare can be disconcerting.