Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Cats are Eco-friendly


Something to ponder....

If humans were as flexible and environment conscious as cats, do you realize the volume of water that would be saved globally on a daily basis by self bathing?

My Dearest Hound of Hackensack

I’ve been implicated and falsely accused by a certain Hackensack canine as uneducated in matters of the stock market… and I assume he also believes me to be just as unknowledgeable of worldly affairs as well. What he and his fellow canines fail to realize is that we felines know quite a lot about matters such as these. It is our lack of involvement and interest in these matters that leads them to this hasty and greatly erroneous accusation. You see, felines are amazing creatures with superior powers of adaptation. Have you ever seen a dog hunt? OK, let me rephrase… have you ever seen a dog successfully hunt? The answer is no. Dogs are noisy, rambunctious and overzealous. Their impatience and clumsiness doom them from survival of their own accord. They would not survive on their own were it not for humans. They need the humans to manufacture dog food, to earn money to buy the food, to use their opposable thumbs to open the food container and to then pour the food into the respective serving vessel. Without humans, canines would starve. They are also quite emotionally needy. Yes, yes… we all have emotions, feelings and needs. But these creatures behave as badly as grown men with the hang nail. He whines and bellows in supposed pain and puts on a performance worthy of an Oscar. “Oh woe is me…” Puh-leease! We cats, on the other hand, are far more emotionally evolved and secure. Contentment is found in simplicity. Solitariness is not lonely or scary. We do not sulk and give into feelings of insecurity or inadequacy simply because no one has given us attention in the past 2 hours. We can adapt to any situation, any environment. And we don’t whine about it. We are also able to climb trees to get out of harms way. We are self-sufficient. Not only do we take care of our own hygiene, but we hunt our own food. We are iconic creatures of stealth and precision. Canines, you watch us for hunting tips. Bring home your own meal for change (digging remnants out of the trash can does not count, nor do free handouts you extracted by from bleeding heart humans by giving them your poor sad puppy face, nor does eating your own vomit or poop). And by the way, when you DO catch something while hunting, your supposed prey has already been shot dead by your human and what do you do once your retrieve it? You surrender it completely by dropping it at your human’s feet. You just don’t get it, do you?

Native American lore speaks to the loyalty of the dog. It is said that long ago, the earth rumbled and began to shift, creating a great chasm in the earth’s crust. Man stood on one side, all of animal kind stood on the other. It was the dog who chose to leap over the chasm to stay by Man’s side. This has been interpreted by humans as a sign of dog’s loyalty. ~ sigh ~ Simple creatures; simple minds. Here is what I see as the first and last sign or act of intelligence in canine history. The dog knew that if he did not stay with the human, his kind would perish from the earth. To put it bluntly for those on the canine level, you’d get your asses kicked, my dears, by the elements of nature and larger, more fierce and/or cunning creatures. What your ancestor did was neither an act of allegiance or bravery; it was a knee jerk reaction born purely out of fear

I harbor no ill-will or feelings of hatred towards any canine. It is to no fault of their own that they are dim-witted. Besides, I believe the real reason canines choose to be educated in matters such as the stock market, political events, etc., is not so that can make a difference in the world nor serves as a means to support themselves one day, but rather because they fear their humans will not accept them if they don’t share their common interests. Hey dogs, when’s the last time your human drank out of the toilet with you?

yawn

My moronic brother (the canine) insists on barking crazily from inside the house as he watches Lily, the slut from next door, walk up the block past our house. Lily often walks unaccompanied by her human counterpart. For some reason, many of the canines in this area seem to have that freedom of being unburdoned of a leash or a human as they go about their daily outing. Canines are not too bright and I'm very surprised by this wandering freely thing. You see, it has been my observation that the humans who have us animals in their lives have formed these extremely emotional connections and deep feelings of love for us. So one would think that the human would be quite displeased with, and hence, make it impossible, for their beloved canine to go out unaccompanied as she/he may be either be struck by a vehicle, get lost (as I said, canines are not very bright) or even stolen. I don't know who would want to steal a dog, but I digress. Anyway, I don't know what my brother thinks all of his barking will accomplish. For one, Lily is oblivious to his existence. In addition to his unproductive and continuous barking, my brother runs around the house as if being chased by some invisble terror. Perhaps, in the act of running from one end of the house to other, he believes he will build up enough kinetic energy to bust the door open wide or blow the windows out, granting him access outside so he can get to Lily face-to-face. Second, it's embarrassing. I am embarrassed FOR him. The stupid mutt does not have non-skid treads on his feet and we have hardwood floors. You can picture this ridiculous sight, can't you? ~ sigh ~ Well, it's time to take another nap. I am old and tire easily.

Monday, September 29, 2008

A word from your master...

Recently, my stupid canine brother decided to participate in the blogspace belonging to two of his fellow canine cohorts. As if being a canine isn't bad enough... a fate even I would not wish upon my worst enemy... insult is added to injury when I inform you of the fact that these two canines also happen to hail from Jersey, the armpit of America. Presented with this information, I suspect you shuddered as I initially did, and that you also feel as strongly as I in the knowledge that nothing good can come of their silly little blog. So, I have decided to create my own blog, to demostrate the innate superiority of the feline... me in particular. You may call me arrogant. Call me what you like. I am unphased. I am not a dog who will sit obediently at anyone's feet, hanging on to every word they say with a big old stupid grin on my face and tail a waggin'. Not gonna happen. Instead, I will dictate my thoughts, opinions and observations on life to my human and she will input them into her silly little computer for all to read. A quick note about my human... she is not a clumsy half-wit such as yourself. Describing her in words is like trying to encapsulate the experience of standing at the edge of the Grand Canyon at sunset during Indian Summer. It simply can't be done. Just imagine beauty, brains, heart & perfection... multiply it by a jillion.... the end result is my human... my mom.