Fat Puss

For context, please read yesterday’s post before this one….

Meow, the 39-pound cat from New Mexico who made national headlines in his quest to lose weight, has died.

Meow gained national attention last month after he was abandoned by his elderly owner and sent to the shelter, which put the obese cat on a diet in hopes he could lose enough weight to be adopted.  — Abcnews

I’m shocked –shocked — that so-called health experts failed to recognize the operative cultural factors that led to Meow’s soberly selected free choice to defy social pressures and remain overweight.  This is speciesism at its most insidious.

“We had the same exact same thought,” Bella Bettnoire tells me when I call her.  Dr. Bettnoire heads Advocates for Animal Autonomy , a national organization established to protect the integrity of domesticated animals’ free will.  I think Sheldon Adelson  is the agency’s major underwriter.

Your position is that Meow’s rights were violated when he was forcibly placed on a diet?

“Absolutely.  What many people fail to grasp is that the vast majority of domesticated animals — felines in particular — choose to be full-figured.  It is a push-back against their enslavement by human beings.  Their culture has been subjugated, and their natural inclinations to feed themselves are stifled by domestication.”

So, in a way, forcing Meow to diet is racist.

“Yes!  Exactly!  If not technically ‘racist,’ it is at least culturally insensitive.  It is to deny his personhood.  It is to force him to adopt a value system he gave every indication of finding unacceptable.”

Even if it was done to save his life.

“These are the choices we humans have to respect.  Not every cat wants to be sleek.  Not every feline buys into the anorexic catwalk model, and our insistence that they do performs a serious disservice to young felines everywhere.”

So Meow is a martyr.

“I’m afraid so.  And just a child — he was only two years old!  What kind of monsters are these, so-called experts running animal shelters?  They’re torturers!  Genocidal maniacs!”

The phone goes dead.

I feel debased, filthy.  I find myself shaking.  What if my six felines, who worship the quicksand I walk on, get wind of this sordid tale?  Will they summon the authorities?  Will they start calling for pizza deliveries?  Double anchovies and rat tails?

Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow

Meow meow meow meow MEOW meow meow meow meow…………

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3 Responses to Fat Puss

  1. ya' gotta' guessit says:

    Kitty got back.

  2. Flaming Yon says:

    There’s one extra ‘meow’ in the second line, after the MEOW.

  3. Dawgbowl says:

    “I’m……too sexy for my cat……..”

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