Mama was discussing with me this morning (when I walked over the keys on her computer and AOL was open) that even if I sat on her computer, it would be okay, because she has NO emails lately—at least, not the number she is used to, and she asked me, “Do you think it’s your blog that makes people think I am nuts—to let you, a kitty, write on my computer and be so opinionated about so many things? Like gay kitty rights, for example?”
And of course I answered, “Honey, it’s certainly better than having a pit bull or even a Jack Russell sitting on your keys!” Even if they do have a bit of talent (some of them) in the writing area.
So I said, “Mama, it’s good to talk about all subjects and put my opinions out there for others to question or discuss or delete or react to—that’s a cat’s prerogative and don’t you forget it! And if some of your intellectual friends don’t see the fun in my writing, well, they’re missing out on a few laughs.”
And then, on a more serious subject, I reminded her that the very first national athlete (NBA) has come out and said he is gay. Jason Collins has started an historic and positive movement for the sports world. Such a courageous man—hats off to Jason for his leadership, his honesty and his fortitude in opening the door for so many others.
I’m sure he and Adela (see my blog: José, aka Adela, My Cuban Heroine) would have many things to discuss and might meet when Cuba opens its doors. The Cubans love basketball!
Now if only those 300,000 French protestors would get their heads on straight and see that they are all in the closet together when it comes to not using their intelligence! There must certainly be a few in that crowd who know what this kitty is saying, and perhaps they’ll change their minds as they watch the world becoming more accepting of differences.
I have to go back to work—I have some other ideas that need to be aired and my paws give out after a few paragraphs.
Only for inspiration, mind you, I’m stealing a couple of boiled Madagascar shrimp off of mama’s lunch plate while she’s not looking….
Damn! She caught me–I’m outta here……….
How many shrimpies did you get before you got caught?
Mama caught me just as I had dragged the third one out of the bowl and was headed toward the tartar sauce….