I was out with my mom the other day. We were looking at the cats
in
PetSmart. Sometimes, I wonder about those little critters. What do
they
think about us? A free ride? Go to a comfortable, loving home where
you can
eat, drink, and sleep at leisure.
Don't you wish we had a deal
like that?
We usually do until we hit 18. Then it's college loans, credit
cards, and
getting your name in the paper if you get arrested. Pets don't
get that.
They get to have fun for the rest of their days.
Except for
those animals
that were born to breed. Like Persians and Dalmations...
you know, all
those lovely, adorable, furry, purebred pets. Then it's
just like having an
alien beaming you up and shoving you into a breeding
colony. Or having your
parents choose your marriage, but to a shag-happy
person you absolutely despise .
I mean think about, it's so cruel and we do
it so we can take them to shows
and win prizes because they're "pretty."
Imagine having to do that? I could
see it all now . .
"And heres comes
the lovely Persian leading her fair-haired, blue-eyed
American Homo Sapien
down the aisle!", calls the announcer,"She swings her
hips just right
for a 15-year-old! This one has quite a few more competitions
to go before
retiring next year to be bred out to other competitors!"
Could you imagine that? It would be horrible! It sure is a good thing
this
will always remain a dream of every animal on the planet . . . or
will it?