The Audacity

Well, sure enough. I offended somebody. I don't know who it was, but I am really, really hoping that "Anonymous" reads this post. My last post was about my utter dislike for cats. Now usually I love it when people leave comments. And I have had people I've never met before leave me comments, which is kind of fun. But they have always signed in, and left there user names. They have always been friendly comments too. I have never had a disgruntled one, left by an "anonymous" user. It makes me wonder if it was maybe one of my friends who didn't want me to know exactly who they were. Or if it was some random stranger I've never met before. The point is. There are lots of people out there that I love and think are pretty great who like cats. Some of them even have cats for pets. I don't think any less of these people. But that doesn't change the way I feel about cats. I think they are abominable. My friends who really know me, know that my last post was a "vent" and trying to find the humor in a terrible situation. The main reason for this post is to let "Anonymous" know a thing or two. In all fairness, I can agree with most of the things this person said in their
comment. But there was one sentence that I found extremely harsh and I'm going to defend myself on. And that was this, "Maybe it was the people that owned them (the cats) that are horrific and disgusting." Well, "Anonymous". Let me tell you about the person who owned those cats. He was my Uncle. His name was Mark. I have some happy memories of Uncle Mark when I was a little girl. He would take me for rides on his motorcycle. Sometimes we would stop at the corner store and he would let me pick out a little treat. We would go for walks and have talks and he always made me feel like I was someone special. And I always got a birthday card from him on my birthday. When I got older, things kind of changed. My Uncle Mark is mentally ill. It's a terrible disease, kinda like a modern day leprosy. Nobody really wants to be around you. Lets face it, it's a misunderstood disease that nobody wants to talk about. Mark turned to illegal drugs, which didn't help the situation. For the most part he led a terribly sad, lonely life. Hence his toleration of cats, I would guess. My sweet Dad checks in on his brother regularly, though there has been little he can do for him. We all know he has tried. For awhile now, things have gone from bad to worse. It turns out that Mark is terminally ill. He has two tumors growing in his brain. The doctors have given him about 4 months to live. The tumors are affecting his ability to walk, and talk, and dress himself. Mark couldn't even take care of himself, let alone 5 cats. I don't think it was a case of "neglect" at all. Mark loved those cats. He really did. It was a case of the hard knocks of life, if you ask me. I should say that there were some good things I found when cleaning that apartment. Things that brought back the tender feelings I had for my Uncle when I was little. He had a picture of our Savior on his wall, with the poem Footprints In The Sand. And we came across his Eagle Scout award. Mark was a good guy, who was handed some difficult and unique trials. So I guess what I'm trying to say to you, "Anonymous". Is that you probably shouldn't post comments, and make statements on someone's blog whom you really don't know. Because if you knew me at all, or the situation I was blogging about, you wouldn't have felt the need to defend a Cat. And one other suggestion. You should alway sign in and fess up to who you are. If you really believe in something, own up to it. Not only that, it takes the sting out of comments that otherwise come across as harsh. If I had a name to go with the comment, I don't think I would feel quite so defensive. And for everyone else out there. For the record, I DO like animals. So I'm posting pictures of two of my favorites. Awwww, aren't they adorable. Of course they are! Afterall, they aren't cats!!