{PHOTO: Puss in boat: Ozzy the cat rides in a canoe after his rescue at the Wheel In Motor Home park in Washington. [SOURCE]
I have always had reservations about cats. I think the problem is that Cats' lives are measured in deaths. The nine lives of Cats is based on the nine deaths they have... correct?
So, if I were actually a cat -- and I have nine choices of death -- what do I choose?
First off, if this nine-lives is a Reincarnation-shtick, I'm not in. I'm not buying it. That reincarnate thingy is a worthless idea. How can a Sperm Whale who's only problem was bad navigating and dying on a beach, come back as a Cockroach? The brain size discrepancies alienates even my ability to reason or transcend... it means that nothing is retained in memory of the new life from the old life.. that sucks.
Therefore, if it is not like that, I am in and ready to consider my first three deaths as a cat:
- Ship's Captain's cat aboard a three-masted schooner off the coast of Somalia... Drown in a pirates' fight... with my teeth tightly wound around a pirate gunnery's throat
- Farm Cat, living in the Barn where I am a mouser and rattier supreme... fall to my death on a pitchfork with the Queen Mother Rat clenched in my teeth.
- Any big cat in any big Savannah, ... die at the hand of a Poacher, after killing eleven of them, that is...
If I cannot remember the past lives's consequence and conditions, I do not think it is a very good system. It seems reincarnation cancels any chance for redeeming one's self.
I'm game for the next three lives, errrr... deaths... that could be suggested by anyone who passes through here.
There is a good anecdote reference to this in Pribek.net HERE... otherwise look forward to PART TWO The Nine Deaths of Cats, right here at MooPig da' Furst.
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