Every one. The ones I have eaten and lived with and the animals that live around on the other side of the planet and the ones the cave people speared ten thousand years ago and the animals that evaded the spear. The animals I have read about in stories and Gnomi whining at the door right now who wants to come inside.

They are kind to eachother it is a relationship of compassion and there is such caring and sharing taking turns in who gets to lead maybe depending on who feels more willing. I think there were times in my life when one woud rule over the other or be mean spirited but most of the time they were pals and there is a lot of joking that goes on too.

I just remembered this today. When I was a tiny unborn foetus inside my mother she went water skiing. My father and his brothers had built a home made ski jump and they were all skiing off it. My sister was a small baby a few months old and my mother was pregnant but so soon again she was aftraid to tell her in laws, so she bravely went over the ski jump and did a huge belly flop into the water as she crash landed she was worried about me inside her and oh how I hated water and swimming as a child I refused to learn to swim and every forced lesson ended in tears. Maybe there is some connection. I have learned to swim it has always been an act of overcoming fear more than an act of swimming. I don't like the feeling of my legs dangling in the murkiness below me I don't mind being head down if I coud breath underwater it would be fine it is having my head in a different element than the rest of my body that is so frightening.

Someone missing her feathers or fur. Or maybe i feel that way because we have moved so far from where we began as humans and I don't have the capacity for that distance.