Posted by on Apr 5, 2013 | 0 comments

 

Much as I love both my countries, there are some things that just don’t make sense to me. One is that some people don’t believe in fixing their animals and so those animals just do it when they please, insinuating themselves into others’ lives and leaving puppies or kittens behind that have to be dealt with. I will say that if that happens, it means that neither of the kitties or doggies was fixed and so I guess they deserve all the work it takes to get rid of extra mouths to feed. Not all kitties and doggies are saleable, right, or giveawayable?

I mean there are some mean-looking mutts out there that nobody wants and that’s sad. And there are some really neurotic kitties out there, too, that get put in bags and…I don’t want to go into that. I try to keep a positive attitude when I travel.

But humans are weird. They can be so cruel to one another, so thoughtless, so ruthless. I don’t want to be sexist, but sometimes I think these things over and find that it’s men who seem to have nothing better to do than fight and kill each other or plan better ways to torture and maim other men and women. And I just don’t get it. I’m at a point that when mama and papa leave the house, I don’t even want to read the IHT anymore. I used to go over the headlines but now I just look at Garfield and get a really nice giggle. That is one smart kitty, and he could use a girlfriend. I’m just not sure I’d want to give up my independence.

Oh, I know, I know, I don’t kill my own dinner and I don’t change my own litter but I’ve considered it. I’m practising all the time on the bed to be really versatile and able. There’s this string mama made with some fringe or something hanging off the end that looks like a tail of something and she hides it under the covers and I chase it and floss my teeth with it when I get it in my claws. But there aren’t many rodents around this part of the world, and frankly, I’m sort of attached to the tourtereaux, that’s lovebirds to you, because they remind me of mama and papa and they love coming down from the lemon tree and taking a little drink from the birdbath, which I do, too. With them….

I guess I just don’t have the killer instinct. But then again, I’m a lady cat.