Now
that name sounds wicked. What's he going to do with those poor
kittens?
Oh the discombobulated reality we regard as our nogginal ambiances.
May the lord have mercy.
In
our travels we all wintered one year on a little farm, and in
exchange for a heated shack and some grub we all milked the cows
which was right up our ally because when we grew up it was on a mixed
farm with a few cows to milk every day which had always been our
chore. Yes, philosophy uses long sentences. On this little farm
there was a destruction of cats, not a clowder, because they could
not be considered domesticated by any logic, as deductively, if you
can't get closer than twenty feet to a cat before it either
disappears or raises it's fur and hisses at you, then you may validly
assume it is wild.
There
were two mollies or queens who had kittens about the same time, and
they had them at opposite ends of the calf pen manger at the somewhat
secluded end of the warm barn. While we were milking we would keep
an eye on these two litters and began to notice that when the older
molly went out hunting, the younger molly would go and steal the
kittens from the other end of the manger and bring them all to her
end. When old molly came back with her tummy full of mice, she would
wait at her end of the manger till young molly got hungry and went
mousing, and then she would steal about half of the kittens back.
Whether she took the same ones back every time cannot be logically
inferred as we really kept our distance due to the glares we would
get. This went on for several days, much to our amusement and then
to our amazement, old molly decided enough was enough. She picked up
her kittens by the neck and took them one by one to young molly's end
and crawled in beside her, and from then on they happily raised their
kittens together taking turns on
their safaris.
Whether
cats are theists or atheists could be argued at length, but from my
dealings with cats, my take on the matter would be that they are
neither, because if you ask a cat whether or not god exists, you
would get the likely response that “I have no idea what you mean”
which would place them firmly in the school of ignosticism which
considers the whole question rather mute.
Philosophy
is the love of wisdom, deep in it's origins. That old cat molly was
the wisest creature I have ever seen. Even a silly old agnostic can
be instilled with the soul in life around us even if it is not
supported by evidence or logic.
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