The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

When is a black cat a Calico? What the fuck?

Saying "I love you" means shit, unless it's followed up by the necessary action. We love Moby, he has a chip, is kept inside, taken to the vet, gets his teeth cleaned and everything else for a good life as much as we are able. A sign up about a lost cat, photo of a black cat, they called him a Calico, very large, friendly. Probably someone picked the cat up, maybe kept him inside, got him chipped while at the vet.

If you confine a creature, you are responsible for it's life and satisfaction therein, and for knowing about that life as much as humanly possible.

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