Immigration Reform
We want border security. We're against guest-kitten status for illegals.
posted by Lizzy at 9:49 AM
This blog is the ongoing story of nine-hundred and twenty-two cats, including kittens. We consider on a near daily basis the poetics of cat sensibility - the wit, brilliance, elegance and magic of catdom. We try to ignore hairballs and their sound effects.
posted by Lizzy at 9:49 AM
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Do you ever let your cats outdoors?
Trying again (since my comment seems to have disappeared):
No. Never. At least, never willingly. Or, perhaps better, never, God willing.
Why would God will a cat to be confined indoors?
Cats do just fine indoors. Outdoor cats suffer horrors that no true cat lover would subject them to knowingly. Like cars, and wild animals, and animal humans that capture and abuse them. I sleep at night knowing Mak and Nani are safe and loved and inside away from the terrors of the night.
tell me how many cats have you lost due to your neglect and letting them roam... I bet you think its un natural to spay and nueter your cats as well!
O my Heavens, aren't we judgemental, though? You must think that I'm some Georgia redneck living in a trailer park. In fact, I'm a Yankee greatgrandmother who, on this Mothers' Day at the nursing home, has her tabby, Lennie, purring on her lap as she writes. (He is neutered, by the way.) I'm so sorry, my Dear, that you feel so frightened by the world. My experience has been that human beings are kind and loving (like our Lizzie). And wild animals? Beauty and grace and innocence, no less. It is we humans who hurt them. But cats are wild in their hearts, too...Lennie goes out every night and comes back scented of fresh-cut grass and new rain, and spends the day telling me about his adventures. Haven't you read Annie Dillard? Terrors of the night? O My, O My!
Oh, dear... You never want two obviously nice people to misunderstand each other because of email - it's so easy, without voices and faces. On the indoor/outdoor thing, it depends so much where you are. Our first home was an upper flat, and now we live in an older inner-ring suburb, with small lots and a very busy street not far away. I worry about things like pesticides, too. And my mother's neighbor's beautiful cat - a friend for years because her humans let her out - was killed one night by two dogs... So I use only my front door, with a vestibule that I call my cat lock, and my little guys seem to be happy enough. Maybe someday we'll have one of those five sided enclosures with a cat door!
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