Friday, September 2nd, 2011

Here’s a first-world problem if ever there was one: I come home to Our Humble O’Bode and before I get to do what I really want, namely recline in a comfy chair with a glass of cold beer in one hand and a laptop connected to the internet in the other, ready to spend countless hours viewing the wonders of whatever mindless drivel is on reddit today, I have to scrape cat hurk off the floor. Almost anywhere else in the world, if a cat hurks on your floor and you can manage to get your hands on it, what you would do is stuff it in a burlap sack with a couple heavy stones, tie a knot in the top and toss it in the river, because in most places a small furry animal in your house is vermin, and one that evacuates its gut in your house is just plain disgusting. Or a snack, if you live in a part of the world where it’s hard to get your hands on protein.

But around here, what you do to a cat that hurks on your floor is act all concerned that it’s not feeling well, and the cat, which has been treated like a human baby for virtually all its life, responds by rolling over on its back and allowing you to rub its stomach while purring enthusiastically. Makes no sense at all.

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