Chapter 1- The conversion of a non believer to a cat worshipper (....continues)
As I said before and yes,
and once again, shame, shame of me, when I was younger I didn't really like
cats or even dogs for that matter (despite the fact that we always had a dog around as I was
afraid of them because of a couple incidents I had, when I was attacked by some stay
dogs without really getting injured, just very scared!). Instead t I seemed to rather prefer small chicks which I
found easy to care for (till at least they'd have grown to adult hens who we
would then either keep them for a while for the eggs they'd produce or who we'd only keep if they
were cockerels till they were big and fat enough for the dinner roast). Yes I
know, shame of me once again but I couldn't help it. I'd love and care for
these small chicks (and I was a very good foster hen mother) till they'd have grown and become adult chickens and I would look like a young female Konrad Lorenz,
having them following me around the house or garden but when they'd had grown up
all of the sudden I'd just stop caring for them (and looked to care for other young ones all over again) and didn't really care whether my mother would keep them or decide to cook them instead...I didn't even mind eating them, to be honest, as I would have completely detached myself from them...To my defence they
didn't look anything like the fluffy and soft balls I’ve used to care for...and
those days vegetarians didn't really exist!
I think it must have been the size and the total transformation that kinda made me so uncaring when they were
grown up chickens (a few rabbits too. occasionally) as when I've started
looking after dwarf, which we were calling, chinese, chickens I kept them for
life and I got really distraught when my first dwarf cockerel, Rico died from
old age... and who I've even buried in the back garden. And despite all my then faults I was
one of the first and perhaps a pioneer in some way as I would always keep my
animals indoors, in the house and often treated them like they were part of the
family particular at times when all animals that they were kept as pets were
kept mainly outdoors in a special, sheltered area and were even only fed occasionally.
In some way I guess they were paying back for that shelter and free food by
either protecting their humans or assisting their humans in their activities
and hobbits, like hunting, or and in case of cats keeping the rodents
population under control. And even after I'd finally had my epiphany moment and
became a cat worshipper. I was, at least where I've lived, one of the first that
insisted on keeping their cats indoors because it was safer, despite common
beliefs and often severe criticism that they should be allowed to roam freely
because it was in their nature, pure nonsense really!
So and despite the fact
that I would sometimes eat my pets in the end, I've always liked and cared for
animals in general including wounded
wild birds which my dad would bring after his hunting trip (which funny enough
we would then keep and not eat if they’d managed to survive and recover from
their injury and stress of being captured of course) , rabbits, other small
birds like canaries, budgies, puppies, etc. but never kittens or cats...I
simply didn't like cats that is....till of course that day when I had my
accident and a close encounter with a ginger, stray tom cat when I was about 12
years old!
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| Ozzy looking as alway very cute!!! |
To be continued.....hopefully more will be added next week. For more information or if you have any comments you can always contact me at: kirkiecat@yahoo.co.uk
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