Thu 1 Feb 2007
You know, cats have a funny way of showing their respect. Of course, I think cats have a funny way of doing most things, and I have a funny way of not liking them. But for this discussion in particular, I’m thinking about how cats will go out and kill some small creature and bring you its dead carcass as a sign of respect, admiration, and affection. Hi, here’s a dead lizard, I love you. Hi, here’s a dead sparrow, I love you. Hi, I’m not sure what this was, but you’ll figure it out when I barf the rest up on your throw rug, I love you.
Naturally, we, as humans, don’t appreciate this vile display of affection. “What the hell is wrong with you, cat? Jesus! Thank you for the dead bird, but enough! Gross, gross kitty! Stop it!”
Poor damn cat. Cat just thought we’d like this new thing it went out and expended quite a bit of effort to drag home in an effort to please us. And we just don’t appreciate the stupid cat and its carcasses. “Stupid cat,” we say. Poor stupid cat feels all jilted. We silly people just don’t get the point stupid cat is trying to make.
Yeah, that’s pretty much how working in the volunteer political/nonprofit sector feels sometimes.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go sit in the corner and lick my own butt.
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February 16th, 2007 at 3:59 pm[…] Some of you managed to figure out the magical metaphor about how nonprofit work can make me feel like a cat dragging in small dead animals. It also reveals my very cat-like tendency to piss on things that other people like for no good reason. To wit: Second Life. […]



February 1st, 2007 at 6:00 pm
Maybe the cat doesn’t really love you and its bringing a dead carcass into your home to spite you. Did you consider that?
February 1st, 2007 at 10:26 pm
cats are crazy and in addition to bringing you dead gifts, they will also go and crap ON YOUR BED if you piss them off. do not anger the kitty.
and that licking thing…let me know how that works out for ya.
February 2nd, 2007 at 4:08 pm
There is a batallion of pigeons that live on my roof and sometimes their little egg-babies fall out of the nest and crack open. My cat helps himself to that. Like dried brown cat food isn’t good enough.
He also bites and scratches when you pet him on his belly.
He’s kind of a dick.
February 2nd, 2007 at 4:19 pm
Everyone wants to talk about cats. There’s just no appreciation for metaphor around here. Philistines.
February 3rd, 2007 at 11:41 am
I hear you, but maybe what Katherine up there was saying is that you are no longer welcome as a political activist. And maybe Dana is telling you that these “gifts” are going to make your bed disgusting with what ends up in it, and you know…
Stephanie’s cat, though, that’s one cool cat.
February 3rd, 2007 at 12:55 pm
Now that I have sunglasses on so as to shield my eyes from the brilliance of the cat metaphor, I can maybe make a better comment on this post.
Maybe if you were a Thundercat, you would be Shelby-Cat, and you would find yourself aged 10 years while the rest of your Cat-Friends didn’t age and then you would run around and say “Shelby-CAT HO!” but when you said that, you were actually just politely asking the world to show some love for the volunteer non-profit sector.
February 3rd, 2007 at 9:06 pm
Yup, Philistines.
February 24th, 2007 at 12:20 pm
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