Yes, this is about the cat dilemma.
No hate guys come on.
Thorough out Life As We Knew It the problem of Horton, the beloved house feline has be brought around just a few too many times. Some of use would eat him right off the bat or kill him, others would do exactly as Miranda and her family did love him. When I read this book the first time around I didn't think twice about this whole deal. I personally have two cats. Both of which I adore. Which is why my cat's have got my tongue. I could never speak of eating the cat then going home to look in my Oreo's bright green eyes. Also, please no hate on his name I picked it when I was six. See there! Another reason to not eat the cat. My cats are 11 and 12. I am 17. They have been around almost my entire life and for some people probably longer than younger siblings. They are family. So keep the forks away.
Lets tie this in with the blog prompt. Let's relate it to a modern day event! Hey we all remember Hurricane Katrina. We all know about those ASPCA commercials that make us want to cry and hug puppies at the same time, if not here you go. Try not to cry.
These organizations and many others are founded to help animals. We as humans have a link forged over thousands of years to both cats and dogs. Black cats were killed for their alleged alliance with dark magic and witch, when in other points in time cat were worshipped. They have a special place in our society. Some people might not see it, but I do. Cat's got my tongue, more like cats' got my tongue. They both do, I couldn't leave them behind and I'd never eat them. Be it a hurricane or the coming apocalypse.
No hate guys come on.
Thorough out Life As We Knew It the problem of Horton, the beloved house feline has be brought around just a few too many times. Some of use would eat him right off the bat or kill him, others would do exactly as Miranda and her family did love him. When I read this book the first time around I didn't think twice about this whole deal. I personally have two cats. Both of which I adore. Which is why my cat's have got my tongue. I could never speak of eating the cat then going home to look in my Oreo's bright green eyes. Also, please no hate on his name I picked it when I was six. See there! Another reason to not eat the cat. My cats are 11 and 12. I am 17. They have been around almost my entire life and for some people probably longer than younger siblings. They are family. So keep the forks away.
Really could you eat them?
(Oreo is on the left, I did know my colors and cookies at six. Frankie is on the right.)
Lets tie this in with the blog prompt. Let's relate it to a modern day event! Hey we all remember Hurricane Katrina. We all know about those ASPCA commercials that make us want to cry and hug puppies at the same time, if not here you go. Try not to cry.
These organizations and many others are founded to help animals. We as humans have a link forged over thousands of years to both cats and dogs. Black cats were killed for their alleged alliance with dark magic and witch, when in other points in time cat were worshipped. They have a special place in our society. Some people might not see it, but I do. Cat's got my tongue, more like cats' got my tongue. They both do, I couldn't leave them behind and I'd never eat them. Be it a hurricane or the coming apocalypse.
Long live Horton (until the third book in the series, anyway)!
ReplyDeleteMake sure Dex doesn't eat the cats!!!!!
ReplyDeleteThat firefighter's just craving a kitten right now; you can see it in that expression on his face.
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