Fruitcake?

Yesterday when I arrived home I heard our one cat Morticia Adams moaning. I enquired as what was wrong and she sadly told me that she had inadvertently been closed out in the catio.
I went inside and opened the window for her to come in. She jumped up on the window ledge at the closed window and told me that it was too far to walk the one and a half meters to the open one. I obligingly opened the window where she was sitting. After inspecting the window and window frame for at least five minutes she sauntered in without a ‘by your leave’ or a ‘thank you’.

                 Morticia Adams. Butter can't melt in my mouth.

As I was lying in bed thinking about the incident I realized that as a young person, older people who spoke to their animals were regarded as being a bit of a fruitcake.
I now not only think that people who talk to their animals are normal but I am beginning to understand the answers.

The Times they are a changed

I had occasion to walk to work this morning. As I passed the local high school I watched as the children’s bags were searched as they entered the gates. I looked at the high palisade fences topped with razor wire surrounding the grounds. What has happened to being a child? When I was at school it was regarded as a place of learning and safety. No fences or  guards to search all who entered.  The playing fields open to all to enjoy on a Saturday or Sunday stroll. School property was like hallowed ground.
I looked at the children arriving all armed with smart phones, tablets (the electronic kind, I hope) and laptops. Access to the world via the internet. Literally everything at their fingertips, both good and bad.
The irony is that with all the freedom of‘rights’ children of today are endowed with, they have to enjoy them in prison like enclosures.
What I did not see were any bicycles.  Don’t school children ride them anymore?  But I suppose that is because it is unsafe to exercise that particular ‘right’.
Passing by all these learners I was struck that there was a total lack of manners. No good morning Sir or Mam. Walking four or five abreast on the sidewalk with no consideration of those others walking in the opposite direction being forced to step aside. Shouting and screaming to get the attention of friends on the opposite side of the road.
The times certainly have changed.

IMAGINE A WORLD WITHOUT DISCRIMINATION.

I enjoy the song by john Lennon ‘Imagine’.




`Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today... Aha-ah...

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion, too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace... You...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world... You...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one`

Beautiful words aren’t they?
Let’s now ‘Imagine’ a world without anything to discriminate against. The definition of which says,

Discriminate
verb.

1. 2.
make an unjust or prejudicial distinction in the treatment of different categories of people, especially on the grounds of race, sex, or age.

Gender

No more man, woman, gay or lesbian. We will all be IT. (Not to be confused with Stephen Kings IT.)
The attire for all will be the KILT. No gender there.
That would put pay to male and female clothing stores and change rooms.

Sport

Let’s start by doing away discrimination in the Olympics.
No more ‘male ‘and ‘female’ athletes. (Do the word athletes discriminate against those that aren’t?) No more ‘Special Olympics. ‘
No more sprinting as opposed to running, walking, crawling or just moving.

Gone is the crossbar in the high jump. Low jump complained.

The targets in the archery… no more, so as not to discriminate against those that can’t hit it.

Yes! Everyone is a winner. All get gold or silver or bronze or all three as not to be discriminatory against the gold or silver or bronze.
The same can apply to all sports. We are all winners!

Countries

Gone are the discriminatory borders. No more are we American, South African, French, Chinese, Nigerian. We cannot be looked down upon for the place we were born.
We will all be the same to the Who’s Tommy.

Political parties

The best thing of all….. Gone! (Nothing negative to say here.)

Language

Someone will have to ‘invent’ a new one not based on anything that has gone before with no opposites or tenses.
Klingon perhaps?

Schooling

From the local schooling model the world will now be educated from grade start to grade finish so as not to discriminate against the numbers higher than 12. No Age limit applies as to when you can finish and all get the same results. University passes for all.
Talking of university, should you choose to attend, you will get a degree in your chosen field.

Salary

This will be standard  The same amount for all and all will be paid in the Wakanda Zonk. The new currency so we won’t be put into the position of having to discriminate one currency from another.

Religion

Gone are all the different religions, beliefs, faiths and anything that might give mankind a moral base.
We are all in the moment ‘being’ anything, everything and nothing.

These are just some thoughts on how wonderful our world would be without discriminatory differences.

Just Imagine.

THE HEART OF ESPERANZA

It has been a while since I have put pen to paper so to speak. Yesterday I had cause to reflect on human emotion and saw the Heart of Esperanza.

Let me start at the beginning by way of explanation.

The journey started many years ago when my Sweetheart Breeze saw and fell in love with the Ragdoll cats. For our first wedding anniversary , in 2011,I was able to give her Mr Bojangles, a stunning blue bi color boy.
The first time we showed him at a cat show we were clueless. Much to our surprise and delight he won Best in Show.

The bug was starting to bite. Breeze started her researching of the Ragdoll breed on line. She looked all over the world from Australia,USA , Canada and Europe. After some kind advice of another breeder she settled on importing a female from a small cattery in Italy. Belle arrived and the first steps were taken.

The research and study continued in earnest. Hours were spent looking at the breed type and standard, pedigrees and the catteries. The next step was import a stud. The legendary Jo Jo arrived. He is well known in the show circles as being the most friendly and amenable stud to judge. The others cats followed and came to our home.

From there the cattery known as Esperanza, named in honour of her late father, was born.

Breeze continued to study and take online international breeding courses. She questioned, researched and  put in long hours. Then the breeding started. She has been at every birth except for 2 kittens , where yours truly attended. She encourages the cats at the birth as if they were her daughter, “push mommy push” The little ones are weighed and marked with little coloured collars. Birthdates, genders and weights are strictly recorded.

Where the kittens are a bit small and extra feeding is needed Breeze does so every 2 hours. If hand raising is required she steps in and does so. The little kittens grow up under her watchful eye. She knows all their names and can tell you their different personalities. They are her cat children.

Not everyone that wants gets one of her “fur babies”. The prospective parents are strictly vetted. And allocations are done putting the right kitten with the right owner.
And so Esperanza has grown and come of age. Getting accolade after accolade. Breeze being awarded the best breeder in  KZN  for 3 years in a row. Her kittens being owned and shown throughout the country.

Amongst the joy there have been sad and traumatic moments where one of the little ones have not made it. Grateful that  these times are few and far between. But when tragedy strikes Breeze heart breaks onto a million pieces. Tears are shed and the question is always asked “could I have done more?” and “what could I have done differently?” The answer my Sweetheart is No. You always do all you can and more. You carry all your cats and kittens in your heart.  You are both Heart and Soul of the Esperanza Cattery. You keep its life blood flowing and it’s hopes and future alive.

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