I don't like the word domesticated, as applied to myself. I like the idea of being a Wild Creature.
But I'm not.
I'm not a Wild Creature anymore. I'm married. I'm a mother. I have to consider more than just my own selfish instincts. And so perhaps it's time for me to come to terms with the word domesticated.
But then I remember that cats are, technically, "domesticated". Cats who don't come when you call, but will curl up with you in bed and keep you warm. Cats who will put a bloody corpse in your bed to show that they love you.
Domesticated, but not tame.
Never forget: cats are the only animals which domesticated themselves. Because it seemed on the whole like a good investment, and they could do so on their own terms. As equals, as far as they're concerned.
ReplyDeleteAnd anyone who blithely thinks otherwise is really not paying attention... and is cruising for a rude awakening.
Cat said, ‘I am not a friend, and I am not a servant. I am the Cat who walks by himself, and I wish to come into your cave.’
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