Trying to imagine thinking without language

Take this old saying about habits. It inclines me to agree with bobcat.

"From the Thought to
The Word to
The Action to
The Habit to
The Character to
Destiny"

The Thought is just a fuzzy fleeting impulse, but the Word picks up on that impulse, visualizes, clarifies, strengthens it and drives us forward physically to the Action.
 

As for thoughts, I know they are thinking but I can never quite figure out about what! :ROFLMAO:
My stepdaughter's cat lives to torment me. When he sees me, it's like a light switch turns on. We will spend the next couple of hours together with him sitting on my keyboard and me removing him, over and over again. When he gets bored, he tries to bite me. His owners call those "love bites", and insist every cat does it.

I tell him all the time what a horrible cat he is. He just purrs and kneads and rubs his face on mine. I don't think he speaks English.

I had cats for 14 and 15 years and they never bit or scratched me. Now I know 2 biting cats. I also know how to tell when they are about to bite, so I can protect myself. No, I don't throw them across the room! I just move my arm out of their reach. The second cat belongs to my nephew.
 
My stepdaughter's cat lives to torment me. When he sees me, it's like a light switch turns on. We will spend the next couple of hours together with him sitting on my keyboard and me removing him, over and over again. When he gets bored, he tries to bite me. His owners call those "love bites", and insist every cat does it.

I tell him all the time what a horrible cat he is. He just purrs and kneads and rubs his face on mine. I don't think he speaks English.

I had cats for 14 and 15 years and they never bit or scratched me. Now I know 2 biting cats. I also know how to tell when they are about to bite, so I can protect myself. No, I don't throw them across the room! I just move my arm out of their reach. The second cat belongs to my nephew.
We had a precious little Russian Blue that we adopted at 8 weeks. She would lay on my chest when I napped but if I looked in her eyes she would bite my face. My father came over to the house one day while I was at work and took a nap. His face was full of bite marks after Misha laid on his chest. I know "love bites" and they were not. She was a vicious little thing, which is why we have male cats now. :ROFLMAO: She is the only cat out of many that ever bit out of spite. I hear you.
 


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