You won’t believe this, but this morning I was reading over mama’s shoulder about ice that was hundreds of years in the making is melting in only twenty five years, and then I read that because of the severe weather changes in the 1787 to 1789 in France, there was not enough food produced by afflicted farmers to go around and so the people began to starve (the ‘people’ as opposed to ‘the aristocracy’—read ‘king’ and all of his well-paid friends at court) and there were terrible health and hunger problems and that is how the revolutions began, because of sudden weather changes in a very short time. Amazing.
And who is to say that won’t happen in this century with the changes in weather that are happening all around us?
I’m a lucky kitty—I have someone who feeds me in the morning and then puts a few little kibble pieces around during the day to keep my hunting instincts in forma (that’s ‘fit’ in Italian) and then at night, mamma (because she is mamma with two ‘ms’ in Italian) puts out more food and I don’t have to wonder where my next Purina Felix pack is coming from, but when weather changes and crops don’t grow and it’s too hot for certain staples and too cold for others, our food chain is essentially broken.
And who on earth says that weather is not changing faster than it ever has before from the production of, one of many reasons, greenhouse gases ?
Are people blind? Even I, a lowly kitty, knows that the winters are colder and the summers, insufferable, because in this pelt of mine, believe me, I feel it!
I listen to Bobby Dylan a lot, especially when mamma and papa go out for the afternoon, and instead of the music they used to put on, which wasn’t all that bad but pretty repetitive Schuman, I groove on old Bob and I think he nailed this weather thing: “The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind, the answer is blowin’ in the wind.”
This kitty’s listening, and I’m going to try to keep my own gases under control.
It’s the least I can do.
