February 6th, 2010

great wave

Caged Bird Songs for the Hearing Impaired

I recently found a small feather hanging from my cat's tail. Assuming she had killed a bird, I plucked the feather from her tail and pointed it at her face while I lectured her on how her lack of awareness of how her behavior affects other creatures is the foundation for why I refuse to worship her kind as the ancient Egyptians may have done. I also questioned whether she would have any empathy for other living creatures even if she were to possess such an awareness, given the obvious disposition of her soul as one that is quite ungrateful and needlessly hissy. I explained to her that she will likely have to endure many more incarnations in order to reach a level of awareness and compassion that will be worthy of a final release from this veil of suffering.

When I relayed the above story to friend of mine she replied, "Maybe she didn't kill a bird. Maybe she's joined a burlesque show."

And that, my friends, is the height of positive thinking.