Of cats and men

Ed the Editor's personal blog corner

The Egyptians revered cats, treating them like 4 legged gods. On reflection, I don't think I have a trace of Egyptian in me.

To be honest, I am not an animal lover, but before animal lovers go nuts and tune out... if it makes you feel any better, I had a massive debate with some religious nut whose views on dominion over animals made me glad I am not into religion. I argued, and lost, due to lack of credibility as a pisstaker, that sure, we are the highest link in the food chain, and we can farm animals and use them for pleasure - BUT - it is beholden to us to treat them well, humanely and all that jazz. He put certain conditions on treating animals well. I didn't like that, I didn't like him, oh well.

So, now that is out the way, here is a cat story to demonstrate how a cat can have dominion over Man.

Bobbarama had a great story about a cat that got a taste for something it shouldn't have. I feel for him.

We once "owned" a feral cat called Josie (named after that 1970's Josie and The Pussycats cartoon.) That animal was not exactly domesticated and didn't respect its dominion over anything in its world. It used to sleep under the house, never came inside, and for food it lived off vermin it caught in the wild. To play fair with the humans, though, Josie drank the water that we left out on the porch.

To our dismay Josie got pregnant at 6 months, before we could get her done, but it raised its kittens perfectly ie half killed a big black labrador that accidentally found the kittens; taught the kittens how to play with baby rabbits before ripping them to pieces...

In many countries, when you move house you leave appliances, or furniture behind. When we moved house we thought it was best to leave Josie behind. As if we owned her! Anyway, the new house owners were fine with letting it carry on living on the property as before, especially as not a rodent would ever get within a mile of the house alive, and they would have no responsibilities for it, beyond leaving a water bowl somewhat topped up. The deal was done and they thanked us for the free pest control.

A few months later we met up with the new people and asked after the cat. They said it was doing fine, but wouldn't drink anything but warmed milk! We were dumbfounded and then dined out on the story. Somehow they had put some left-overs out for her, as you do, but then every day after that it had mewed and scratched at the door and they couldn't get it to shut the hell up. Out of desparation they warmed up some more milk and it instantly went mute and purred like an engine.

After repeating its mad scratching on a daily basis, Josie finally trained these people to provide her with daily warmed milk. That killing machine turned into a fat fur ball that eventually spent its last 15 years of life inside.

So much for dominion over cats, and so much for humans treating animals well. And if you are in to cartoons, the appeal of Josie and The Pussy Cats was the great music - perfect for under 11 year-olds.

Right, now that is off my chest, it's time for an organic breakfast of free range kitten liver on a barn-reared eagle egg.

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