My travels to places where there are no paths to follow.
Situation: There are four kids at the dining table. All four are fierce believers in equal rights. They are also fierce eaters of bananas. But there are only two bananas left. So how to make sure there is peace at the family table during meals?
Solution: The parents don’t intervene. They don’t worry at all. They let the kids work it out among themselves.
Owners of dogs will have noticed that, if you provide them with food and water and shelter and affection, they will think you are god. Whereas owners of cats are compelled to realize that, if you provide them with food and water and shelter and affection, they draw the conclusion that they are gods. — Christopher Hitchens
My friend Kabsat Kandu is not impressed with Hitchens’ insight. He cites a pithier one by Winston Churchill: “Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.”
“That’s why,” Kandu says, “I’d rather take care of my pigs, which bring me extra income, rather than cats, which steal food from my kitchen.”
No. The title of this piece is not what you might think it is, you dirty-minded reader, you.
“What’s wrong with that?” Kabsat Kandu asks. “Bitch, witch, itch, glitch—they’re just words to describe something. The dirt is in the extra thoughts you put into them.”
But really, we’re talking clean unadulterated fun here, I assure my feisty neighbor. Continue reading “Community of bitches”