My sisters got my mother a cat yoga calendar. It bugs me.
Cats do amazing stretches on a regular basis, but the calendar has really
obviously altered images that aren't that cute and probably aren't that
accurate to yoga. Why bother?
Well, I know why they bother: you can't get the cats to stretch on
demand. They won't do it in clean shots that can bring a yoga studio to mind
either - it will be draped over the couch, or your keyboard. That is the feline
way, but it's also a good reason to not choose that particular calendar theme.
That reminds us that cats have some attitude where you might not think of
them as your typical yoga adherents. As an outsider, I think you can make a
case either way. They can be very serene, and above things.
I still think the calendar is stupid, especially the April picture
(whoever did the Photo-shopping put a weird taper on one limb). There is
something that bugs me more.
Cats are not supposed to drink milk. They can have bad lactose
intolerance issues. They may like the taste, but it's not good for them. (We do
sometimes let Cody have Cat-Sip.)
It frustrates me when the cat drinking milk idea is perpetuated so much.
I see it on television, in "The Zazzy Substitution" episode of The
Big Bang Theory, and the "Peter on the Couch" episode of Everybody
Loves Raymond. I see it in
children's books, like Hide and Seek Kitten and Socks and
Caldecott winner Kitten's First Full Moon.
I suppose responsible pet owners will find out about good nutrition
through research or vets or maybe even the people at the adoption place, but we
should quite perpetuating bad information.
Yes, I could take that in a more profound direction, but I am killing
some time while I work out some other things to write.
Also, I like cats. Someday there
may be a whole post on pet nicknames and how much synecdoche plays a factor in
the things I call Ashley.
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