See, there’s the problem, if emotions are interpretable, you need to use your reason to interpret them — a faculty I find entirely biased.
I often suspect cat’s aren’t the arbitrary non-judgers we’d like to think they are when they let us pet them.
Sometimes even recluses just need a little shove. Sometimes that’s what they’re waiting for.
Buuutttt…. sometimes it’s not. :)
I like that I wrote him mature enough to take this conversation in stride. Though you can see it pains him a bit.
In high school I asked my english teacher for something less “literature-y,” to which he recommended Portnoy’s Complaint by Philip Roth, The Collector by John Fowles, and Ragtime by E.L. Doctorow. He and butted heads a LOT, but he was a good force in my life.
Man, this strip is uncomfortable, but at the same time I think I hit true on their dialogue — to it’s socially awkward tee.