Some people have asked about the relationship between myself and the cat who lives with me. One person (and happy birthday to him!) was concerned that by describing this cat as "the cat who lives with me" I'm failing to respect her identity. She has a name, this person noted.
(She does--her name as far as I know is Lucy Bear Tigerpants Cat. She used to have an additional middle name (Fuzzybutt) but I think she's dropped that one due to the fact that the person who named her that turned out to be a cat-abandoning biatch. As you probably know, cats commonly carry the last name "Cat.")
I don't want to make it seem like the fur face doesn't have a name. But I can't call her "my pet cat" (as someone else suggested) because on ethical grounds I reject language that implies that I own Lucy Tigerpants. If any entity can be said to "own" Lucy, certainly it's Lucy herself. In line with this idea, I won't describe myself as her "mommy." I have no interest in being the "mommy" of any creature. But more importantly, Lucy Tigerpants already has a mother, and the relationship between myself and Lucy is not a maternal one.
Rather, Lucy and I form a cat-human partnership.
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An abusive human-cat partnership.
I believe the wisdom of the Jerry Springer Show applies here. "She's crazy. Nutty as hell. Nutty-psycho. Poof! (gestures as though using sinister magic to make the woman in question disapper)
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