October 24th 2009 12:45 pm
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You know how Lola—sweet, irrepressible Lola—is such a good girl? (By the way Lola, I think Scootie would be very proud of you!) Well, I can’t honestly claim the same, but I do think I’m an awfully lucky girl. Lucky to have been rescued in the first place, lucky to have a safe, warm, sun-puddled home to call my own, and lucky to have mom around so much. The cat upstairs isn’t as lucky. Her/his (we’re not sure) guardian is often gone long hours, both at work and at play. And when she IS home, friends are usually over, so there’s not a lot of one-on-one time. We often hear the upstairs kitty meowing plaintively and sometimes even yowling. Mom went and bought some crinkly balls (we first learned about those from Luke!) for him/her, and when we met the unlucky cat’s person, she informed mom that her old cat had thyroid problems, but no, wasn’t lonely, just whiny. Yeah, right.
I’m lucky too that I get to eat quality food instead of corn and by-product crap. I’m lucky not to be a lab cat, subjected to unnecessary research and experimentation, lucky not to have ended up in a shelter that doesn’t have a no-kill policy, and lucky not to live in a household where there’s domestic violence. Did you know that many women stay in abusive situations because their partner has threatened to hurt or kill their animal companion?*
And when mom says she could eat me right up, I’m lucky that she means that only figuratively. One of the pivotal incidents that made mom decide to go vegan was when she accidentally caught documentary footage of a cat being prepared for dinner. Before she could even change the channel, a poor cat had been skinned alive and dunked in a pot of boiling water. I know, it’s horrific just reading it, but imagine seeing it, and living in places where it’s considered part of the daily routine. That piece of the documentary, by the way, was very matter-of-fact about it. But it made mom start questioning just how we decide what animals are lucky enough to be thought of as companions (usually those we deem cute), and what animals we are willing to sacrifice even though their emotional, familial and social lives are just as rich and complex as that of dogs and cats. Because really, do we have the right?
I’m lucky as well that I get to keep all of my fur and not have it stolen from me to help trim toys and clothes. A lot of dogs and cats in Asian countries don’t have that option. I’m lucky mom doesn’t consider me to be property, and has pledged never to leave me behind no matter what the circumstance. I’m lucky not to be caught up in an earthquake, flood, or any other natural but unwanted disaster. I’m lucky, well, in numerous ways.
Thank you everyone for your gifts and kind words on my birthday! I’m also lucky that even though mom’s busy with other things (including her parents who are in rapidly failing health and are not quite so lucky anymore) and has neglected my Catsterly duties in a major way, that I have caring friends who haven’t forgotten me. I may not be a good girl, but I sure am a lucky one! :)
p.s sorry for the downer entry, but I think most of us kitties here in Catsterland are EXTREMELY fortunate, and we should never forget that many other cats just aren’t
* According to a survey conducted by the Ontario SPCA in 1998, 48% of surveyed Ontario women who had left their abusive partner said that their pets delayed their decision to leave an abusive partner, and 61% of surveyed Ontario women who had left their abusive partner stated that their partners had brutalized or killed a pet.
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Indeed, you are a lucky girl, KJ! I think all cats should be as lucky as we are. That was a great diary entry. :)
Aw, thanks Toffy! Mom was saying that perhaps we were being a bit too, um, strident, but that's what she gets for adopting an opinionated philospher cat, snort. ;)