Discourse on Language

Woke up one lazy morning to a meeping cat and a chitting squirrel.



They spoke to one another for about 5 minutes, Little One meh-meh-meeping her story and the squirrel running from one side of the tree to the other, then stopping for a bit and chit-chit-chitting to Little One. I slowly gained consciousness, listening to their stories, wondering at the intricacies of burying nuts and the difficulties of chasing spiders, admiring what comfortable friends they've become and how well they communicate. Then i reminded the squirrel i had some acorns for him (no oak trees close by, so i collect some on my way home from work) and went outside to give them to him.

I wonder if they speak to each other every morning - i've only heard them do so once before. At night time Little One also tries to talk to the local skunk, but the skunk still prefers to speak in scents, something i'd rather not get too used to.