Anthropomorphising

As we strolled along the Kelvin Walkway this afternoon, James accused me of anthropomorphising when I was talking about Floof. I was shocked. Firstly because I don’t often hear James using a six syllable word (just joking!), and secondly because I completely refute the allegation. Flora really does feel emotions like love (for me) and respect (for James) and hero-worship (for Tom of course!)
Tom himself is well known for his ironic glances and wry sense of humour. But then I don’t believe that these emotions are exclusive to humans at all. The two West Highland Terriers that I lived with as a child (Mandy and Judy) had completely different characters. Mandy was loyal, responsible, conscientious, and suspicious of strangers, whereas Judy was care-free, fun-loving, and distrustful of other dogs. And the lovely cats with whom James and I have shared our home since we got married have all had their own feelings and emotions too.
We had had a pleasant lunch in Matilda’s on Byres Road before deciding to walk via the river into Kelvingrove Park and then on to the Art Galleries. We had a wander around the Impressionists, the Scottish Colourists and the Dutch 17th century old masters before wending our way back through the park to University Avenue. Then we went home to an affectionate welcome from our feline friends.