August 30, 2002

Homage to the Queen Goddess


Okay, okay! The Queen Cat here, posing from a perch in her Domain, heard that I was probably going to post another disgusting DOG story, and she has demanded equal time. She accused me of speciesism, and delivered a thinly veiled threat to start pretending she doesn't see the moles and voles that would get in the garden, but may become increasingly fond of migrating warblers.

Alright then: This is CJ. She is almost 12 years old. She wandered up to the Emergency Room door at CJ Harris Hospital in Sylva, NC, where I had my first incarnation as a physical therapist. She came home with me in a box, and has allowed us to share her premises with her now for all these years. Lucky us.

She wants me to state that she resents being relegated to the outside, while Mr. HighHorse the Dog gets to lounge around inside. CJ makes no pretense of caring one bit for that lady they call Ann, who makes snide remarks about how there are 100 things to do with a dead cat, and how she just knows that 'the cat is going to outlive me, just for spite'.

You know the difference in temperment between cats and dogs?

A dog, seeing how his humans care for him and love him, says "See how they care for me?! How like gods they are to me".

And a cat, seeing how his humans care for him and love him, says "See how they care for me?! How like a god I am."

Posted by fred1st at August 30, 2002 06:15 AM
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