This must be how Brad & Angelina felt
Friday, August 8th, 2008Tomorrow I’m going shopping for a cat. It’s not for me, but for my parents.
It’ll be the first time I’ve got to help choose a cat, and something is bothering me. We’ll be going to look at rescued ones, because that seems like the right thing to do. But how exactly do you choose a cat? I mean, do you go for one most in need? Because that’s surely going to be the scarred, disfigured and deeply troubled creature on death row that everybody else ignores. Or do you go for the adorable fluffy kitten you really want? I mean, is it true compassion if it’s only offered to cute animals who promise to entertain you by playing amusingly with bits of string? Anyway, you know the kitten doesn’t actually need rescuing at all because any person with half a heart and space for a litter tray would jump at the chance to welcome it into their family.
And that’s the thing. In this country we do have this demented notion that pets are family. And since I’m not an American celebrity it doesn’t seem right to just go on a trip with the intention of coming home with a new family member. Normally, you get to choose one member of your family at most — and that’s only because you’ve got to have sex with that one.
Yeah, I’m back. What of it?
Thinking of cats, have you seen the youtube video of a cat that can say “hello”? See below for weirdness.