I’m drunk and I love cats
I am a dog person, but for some reason for most of my life I have been the primary care provider for one cat or another. Cat-Cat left us just a year ago, I swear he was well over 20 years old. We called him our forever cat.
Having a cat or dog is a good thing for humans, it calms us and gives us some thing to love who never become a wholes or witches.
You know how cats bury their poop? I have noticed that once in awhile they don’t bury it and poop somewhere you can’t help but notice or have to quickly avoid. Revenge of some sort, something cats do that dogs are not smart enough to understand. If they poop somewhere they shouldn’t it’s just a mistake.
The picture here of a cat with what seems to be a dead baby squirrel got me thinking about the problem with outside cats. It came home to me recently after years of spending so many hours sitting out back on the patio where I do most of this. Since Cat-Cat passed a year ago, I am now inundated with cute little yard chameleons. In fact I have a brown baby one looking at me sitting on top of my laptop right now. BTW I have seen these little fellows eat cockroaches. HEAR HERE! This year I see more a day than I used to see in a year. And it decimates song birds just as drastically.
A related fact I find most discerning of late is that since 1970 HALF of the wildlife in the world is GONE. And half again by 2050? But I suppose by then it will no longer matter, we will be all carrying guns, wearing oxygen masks, wading around in hip boots hunting ISIS and Ebola.