You know, I have always been an animal lover, not in the PETA or vegan way, but I do not want to harm an animal myself (as in me physically coming into contact with the creature and causing it pain, for those who want to extrapolate on the whole if you eat meat thing). I usually pick up bugs and place them outside my home, spiders are allowed to stay free of charge. I have adopted/rescued all of the animals I have ever owned. I have volunteered at various places… blah blah blah.. and even went so far as when a bird flew into my passenger side door, wrapping it in my silk scarf having my daughter find a boot box and burying in the backyard. WHAT??!! I couldn’t just leave it there… well, yes I could have but my heart said I couldn’t.. my husband said I was insane. Oh well insane but okay to live with myself seems okay to me.
SOOOO, here’s my quandary, our newest addition – a 7 month old calico kitten rescue who is quiet nearly church lady special – absolutely LOVES catching and playing with the moths that summer has brought. The first few times when she discovered them they had flown in on their own accord but wanting to demonstrate the spastic behavior for other members of my family I went outside and caught a few for her to play with and … well eventually eat. Now, the poor dear waits by the door watching out the window towards the porch light, yearning for me to step out and grab her a fluttery fun toy. She even has this sweet little questioning cry when I approach the door as if she is asking for “just one more” <– apply Oliver Twistesque accent. I know it is not just one, but right now she is my baby and I want her to ba happy.
Now I find myself sneaking out my front door to capture the very bugs I was freeing and delivering them to a much more gruesome fate then perhaps they may have had otherwise. And don’t you know it as insane as it may be it made my heart feel sad. So very glad I never owned a pet snake the poor thing would starve from my ethical indecision about the fate of the sweet unknowing mice. Roomed with a guy who had a boa and I would actually leave the house for the entire day that he would plan to feed it…. I just couldn’t take it. If I remember its name was Isis and perhaps it represented a more godlike understanding of the “circle of life” but I keep coming back to what my heart tells me…
Going to check for some moths outside, hopefully there are none and I can just use that excuse, and maybe read some more of this book —> Leviathan by Scott Westerfield
Hope to post again tomorrow, or the next day errr something like that … I promise it will be more utter garbage with no point, pinky swear even 😉