He slept all day, and all last night on D's feet.
After we left the vet, I burst into tears of relief. That I would not lose such warm love. Oh, I know it is love by feline definition. No less love for that. We are not his parents, he is not our child. We are friends, regardless of species. There is a certain dependence on us, which we have to live up to.
I can hear my mother, who was raised during the depression, with a very different attitude toward pets. With dripping contempt, "All that, for an animal!" She liked and cared for a succession of three cats when I was a child living at home. She was not unkind, would not hurt any animal, had a large dog she loved as a kid. But she believed that people were people and animals were animals, and it was important to remember the difference. Fair enough, but we are not taking food out of a child's mouth. We don't see Moby as human, merely as a individual, with personality, deserving of respect and appropriate care.
He is a living feeling creature who we took into our home, to be responsible for his wellbeing. And he keeps us company, entertains us, comforts us, distracts us, shows us affection. He loves us because he trusts us, because we respect his catness, and feed him, and are kind to him. Is our love for each other really much different? I love D for much the same reasons. I trust him, he feeds me and is kind to me, and respects my eccentricity. I suspect he loves me for many of the same reasons.
Not to mention that both of my guys are beautiful. Body and soul.
7 comments:
What a lucky band of gypsies, da t'ree o' youse!
Sometimes, much to my amusement, I misread things, such as: "I trust him, he feeds me and is kind to me, and respects my eccentricity." For a second or two, I was trying to remember why it might be important to you that D respects your ethnicity.
Well, whatever it is, I'm sure he does. :-)
Happy everything to all!
No difference at all that I can see. It is what it is.
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He's a child of God, too, Zhoen.
Of Bastat, certainly.
I love my little family of guy and cat, but I still hear my mother's voice. As many of us do.
You have summed up the essence of having an animal live with you. All you words I can apply to our Dog. Thankyou Z. I am glad he came back home with you.
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Oh, I'd feel the same about a good dog. Any animal. A cat fits best with our lives, like chosing the right breed of dog. The capacity for love and companionship is not held exclusively by any species. Humans have domesticated every domesticatable animal for longer than we have been human. It ain't all for the milk.
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