My travels to places where there are no paths to follow.
“Ambilis nyo naubos pagkain nyo, mga p*ng hayop kayo?” (Finished your food so quickly, have you, bastard beasts?)
That’s how I usually address my domestick cates. I do that on point of principle, to remind them (and people around them) that they are animals, and thus they should assert their animal rights and voice out their demands and peaceably assemble without having to ask anyone for a rally permit. Continue reading “Addressing my domestick cates”
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”