This day has been a blur. Went to bed extremely late even for my standards, and was awake three hours later thanks to a cat with a death wish. Said cat was standing on my chest and staring in an accusatory manner, just because she thought she had the right to eat. Humph. As IF.
The cat is technically supposed to be named Kayla Ė I didnít name her but permitted a young lady of 9 to name her based on Internet photos. However, I just call her ĎKittyí. Very imaginative of me, huh? The cat meandered into my life about three months ago, because the screen was out on one of my windows and I guess I looked like the most likely to feed her. She was right. As it turns out, I was also most likely to house a kitten family, so now weíre up to five cats in a one-bedroom apartment. Oh joy. (Insert healthy dose of sarcasm here.)
Donít get me wrong. I donít hate cats. I donít hate dogs, or birds, or lizards, or any other type of creature thatís kept as a pet. I just donít have any great desire to be owned by them. And if anyone else out there has pets, you know what I mean. The whole ownership thing is misconstrued by the English language. They own YOU. Why else would you skip your own lunch because youíre too tired to cook, but youíll drive to the store at 2 AM if you realize youíre out of cat food?
Yet here I am, pushing kittens aside to make room for me in the bed, then lying awake for a half hour or so while they play leap-frog over the new playground equipment. Kittens have discovered the joy of dive-bombing every scrap of paper I have stacked on my computer desk, every day while Iím at work. It makes such wonderful confetti! I know better, but I end up leaving things there, over and over again.
I am thinking thereís got to be a way to make them work for a living. Hey, we expect that of our kids, donít we? And if they own me, I think they should pay their own way. Iíll spring for the suit and tie if theyíll get their kitty butts out there and get a job. Thereís no such thing as a free lunch, unless youíre a pet, in which case every day is a free lunch Ė along with free rent, free medical care, and free toys. Never mind the scratching posts, doggy doors, sweaters, and grooming costs.
Anybody whoís with me, raise your right hand. No, the right hand, the one holding the kitty litter.
Before - After
In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )