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the cat show:
a healthy interest in all things feline
or cry for thorazine?
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Sadly, Booger's grooming regimen met
with a disappointing 5th Best Kitty ribbon.
Mama Booger's friends, clustered around her,
assured her that she had been robbed.
I could tell by her speechless,
crestfallen expression that she agreed.
Perhaps these competitive ladies had
overlooked the "I am Your Cat" statement
showcased on page 4 of this year's program:
Do not think of me as an object to bring
you fame in the show ring, my most prized
trophy is a gentle touch from you. Do not
expect from me a new family of babies
every four months. I love my little ones
and want them with me so I may teach
and play with them for many months as
a good mother should. Do not keep me
confined in a cage, I am a free spirit,
let me live with you in your home. Do
not think of me as an unknowing, uncaring
or an independent being, for I need you.
Accept me as I am, care for me, love me
and be my friend, and I will give you in
return: a soft touch of my paw on your cheek
when you are troubled; a companion when
you are lonely; a clown when you are
depressed; a trusting loving purring being,
content to share your happiness and sorrow.
Let me be with you in our small part
of this world, for HE has created you and me.
Do not think of me as a simple creature,
for I can see angels you can not see.
I can feel the vibrations and wonders
of the universe you can not feel. I can
communicate with you, if you will
learn my language, I understand yours.
And when the time comes when I will
have to leave you, remember, I will always
be with you, for our Spirits are one.
Love me. Cherish me. Care for me. I am your cat.
Terrifying, isn't it. Truly alternative. (Very much more so
than the shocking hair color, drug experimentation,
dark poetry, ragged clothing and surface irony of yesteryear.)
The guard has changed. Now a handful of
cat-luvin' fools are the riders of the cresting wave; they are the very
definition of cutting edge.
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