A little lucidity would not go amiss (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} sesby) wrote,@ 2003-10-07 11:08:00 |
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big cats; small cats
OK, maybe Roy Horn didn't exactly *deserve* to be mauled by a tiger, in the same way a person who sits in the sun slathered in baby oil doesn't *deserve* to get a sunburn. Both, however, have greatly increased their chances of meeting those fates.
Tigers are great big wild animals who live outside and stalk and kill other great big wild animals. Tigers eat flesh. Tigers are not for us to play with.
Housecats are, though. My cats are my devoted fans - when I get up in the morning, they're thrilled. They follow me around like mini-paparazzi without cameras. They wait outside the shower for me. They follow me to the coffeemaker.
To them, I am Elvis. Or even Jesus. I am inexplicable, all-powerful, all-knowing. The food dish fills and empties to my every whim. I dunk them in the sink - their worst experience -and they have no idea why, yet they come back to love me some more.
OK, maybe Roy Horn didn't exactly *deserve* to be mauled by a tiger, in the same way a person who sits in the sun slathered in baby oil doesn't *deserve* to get a sunburn. Both, however, have greatly increased their chances of meeting those fates.
Tigers are great big wild animals who live outside and stalk and kill other great big wild animals. Tigers eat flesh. Tigers are not for us to play with.
Housecats are, though. My cats are my devoted fans - when I get up in the morning, they're thrilled. They follow me around like mini-paparazzi without cameras. They wait outside the shower for me. They follow me to the coffeemaker.
To them, I am Elvis. Or even Jesus. I am inexplicable, all-powerful, all-knowing. The food dish fills and empties to my every whim. I dunk them in the sink - their worst experience -and they have no idea why, yet they come back to love me some more.
