Today is Festivus, the holiday for the rest of us. The time of year when we battle our heads-of-household in Feats of Strength, stare at an undecorated pole and participate in the Airing of Grievances where we let everyone know how much they have pissed us off this past year.
And many have pissed me off in various degrees. But I’m feeling sentimental so I will air but a single grievance this year.
As I write this, a little gray and black tiger striped kitten lays all tuckered out on my bed. Or lies. I’m not sure which.
He has been hanging out in my room for the past few hours. My nine-year-old cat Maggie keeps looking at me as if to say “and when is his mummy coming to take him away?” No, she is not amused. But at least she’s stopped hissing at him for a while.
But even if Maggie will have nothing to do with him, at least he is stretched out all warm and safe indoors with good holistic kitten food and clean water. About a week ago, this was not the case. My friend Becca found him shivering in the street by himself.
The grievance I need to air is with everyone who is responsible for him being there.
Everyone who has decided they cannot be bothered to spay or neuter their cats should kick their own arses for being so bloody ignorant. Everyone who has ever abandoned an animal in their care in the streets should spend the night freezing in a dumpster fighting with countless other cats for a bit of garbage.
And those individuals (who for now shall remain nameless) at The Toronto Humane Society whose atrocities against those they were paid and entrusted to protect resulted in the whole operation shutting down and have resulted in the needless deaths of countless animals. I hope you are shown the same compassion and mercy when your fates are decided, be it by the law or by karma.
http://www.cbc.ca/canada/toronto/story/2009/12/22/ths-warrant-search464.html
All right, grievances aired somewhat. Happy Festivus!
