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?