My cat is a hunter. You can see it in her eyes. She plays fetch considerably better than the dog and seems to enjoy playing with her “kill” – throwing it up in the air, batting it around and pouncing on it – long after it is “dead.” If we forget to clean up her toys before bedtime, her prowess invades the night. For such a tiny cat, she can meow at almost deafening volumes.
Typical with any hunter, she loves anything meaty and has recently even begun fighting for a share of the dog’s morning pate. For the cat, if the dog gets pate, she should too. It’s only fair. After all, she takes medicine daily too. Continue reading “How My Pets Have Taught Me Compassion for All Beings by Ivy Helman”
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