all about cats

As my cats often visit me in my dreams after they passed away, I can´t stop to wonder why they keep on going telling me how not so bad and very wonderful their afterlife is.
The male cat visits me more often and now has the ability to speak in words and not at all typical cat sounds. The female cat seldom comes around and she is still like she was when she passed away with eigtheen years on her arched back. She is still blind, deaf and can´t hold her water, forgets everything she´s done a second ago. I think she might be joking with me on that.
Well, the male cat has a very fine, nice and old voice of a gentleman now, which suits me fine, because I relate to that, somehow. He is always a young one when he comes around, nice fur and everything. He always makes me cry and I hold him in my arms, and it is then that he tells me, how not bad it is for him now, and that he had to go, he just had. And listen to me, he says, what a nice voice I got now. It isn´t so bad to have gone, and I can still visit you, he says.
And I am glad for him, and for her, though I quite like to believe, that she, too, has changed back and is making fun of me. I am looking forward to be meeting them soon again, when they come visiting in my dreams. And they can be sure, I will have a nice can of cat-food for them ready, not that awful dry stuff my mom used to feed them. See you soon, guys.

not so squeaky

foggy

language

Eating Animals 2

By 1908, conveyer systems were introduced to the disassembly lines , allowing supervisors rather than workers to control line speeds. These speeds would ramp upward for more than eigthy years
- in many cases doubling and even tripling- with predictable increases in ineffective slaughter and associated workplace injuries.
Despite these trends in processing, at the dawn of the twentieth century, animals were still largely raised on farms and ranches in much the same manner they had always been- and most people continue to imagine. It hadn´t yet occured to farmers to treat living animals like dead ones.



Jonathan Safran Foer, Eating Animals, pg 104

Eating Animals

Having little exposure to animals makes it easier to push aside questions about how our actions might influence their treatment. The problem posed by meat has become an abstract one:
there is no individual animal, no singular look of joy or suffering, no wagging tail, and no scream.
The philosopher Elaine Scarry has observed that "beauty always takes place in the particular."
Cruelty, on the other hand, prefers abstraction.




Jonathan Safran Foer, Eating Animals, pg 102

Oh, My Mother Despair

We were sitting at the table, in our room at the resort. She was next to me, crying. My Dad was out looking for food. I hugged her, asking, what is up with you, mom?
She answered, oh, you know me, I am just another daughter, and my mother is Despair.


R.M.Parkner, My Mother in Despair