peggy's place: Oh my........

December 29, 2008

Oh my........

This all feels like people trying to discuss politics or religion. Rarely will one person change their beliefs from hearing a different view. I only know what I feel. First that Bess survived feels wonderful. Second is sorrow over her terrible ordeal. Third, I've been there. I sold my condo when the association found out I had 4 cats. One of which was a feral (outside) cat I named Winston. He was a beautiful long hair tux. I purposely bought a house on a dead-end street thinking it would be safe for him. After about 2 months living here, he was hit by a neighbor. None of my cats go out now. But they are sneaky. Summer got out one evening and I didn't even know. In the morning when I did a head count - she was nowhere to be found. It took a day and a half to find her in the bushes in the back yard. Ten feet from my bedroom window. She was terrified, the sprinkler system even ran and got her wet. Anyway, sometimes I can't choose who I think is right or wrong and try to look at the good - Bess is alive.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...: Thanks for the link, and for being an honest voice amongst all the tossed verbal Hairballs & stones (Most toward Kim, but more than a few at me) that I've encountered the last few days.

Even if ya can't decide on the right and wrong! ;-D

Don't feel bad for that.

There's enough blame to go around as I'm sure Bess would say if she could talk about why she did what she did. ;-D

What I find even more troubling than the rush to judgement has been some of the accusations, and out right vitriol being hurled whilly nilly by normally rational, and calm people and "cats".; December 30, 2008 at 3:49 AM
Lightning and Co. said...: My cats have always gone outside, and we've only lost one of four. Whiskey was killed by a dog. But our cats have been going outside all there lives without a fenced in yard and they would go berserko if we changed our minds now. But we did see a COYOTE in our yard last night, Penny was barking at it like crazy. It was the first coyote I've ever seen. I was very glad the cats were inside at the time.; December 30, 2008 at 9:13 AM
Quasi said...: I'm glad Bess is okay! Thanks for stopping by my bloggie.; December 30, 2008 at 6:16 PM
Margaret Cloud said...: I am happy Bess is alive and hope she keeps improving. I wish you a very Happy New Year.; December 30, 2008 at 9:21 PM
Anonymous said...: I think you don't understand that EVERYONE is glad that Bess is alive..

I also understand that it takes a SPECIAL KIND OF PERSON TO STAND UP FOR WHAT IS RIGHT AND TO HAVE A VOICE FOR THOSE WHO DO NOT.

I also understand and know too well how much easier it is to put on blinkers and not see things for what they are.
You have your right to what you believe, just be thankful that some of us are not turtles :); December 30, 2008 at 11:18 PM

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