Wednesday, May 4, 2011

In which I sound a little crazy.

What are the karmatic implications of owning a house pet? (and furthermore, why is "karmatic" not a word?)

This just struck me today as I was listening to "Major Tom (Coming Home)" by Peter Schilling.  (This is not the song my cat Major Tom is named after, however.  I am quite loyal to David Bowie.)  The line, "Give my wife my love" of course made me think of my cat singing to his cat-wife.  (Because I am slightly nuts.)

And then it occurred to me.

He will never get outdoors (if I can help it) or meet another cat.  He will never have friends of the same species or experience romantic or physical love.

And why is this?  Because of me.  I am essentially keeping a (domesticated) prisoner.

What does this mean for my own love life?  For my own social life?  Are all pet owners dooming themselves to lonely and secluded lives?

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