Why we are inferior to the animals we domesticate

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


To leave one’s pet unattended in one’s house is a grave offense. One does so for hours upon hours at a time, eating into the poor animal’s future and giving it false hopes of a brighter tomorrow. As we dream in symbols, I wonder what the cat must dream. Is it all nightmares of being engulfed by swarming, tangling roots, bush trails that go on forever, closed doors and windows through which is the only means of escape, sheer drops from three stories high. Sudden rushes of adrenaline. Fear and the desire for freedom; harsh imprisonment with no mercy and no opportunity to even communicate this clear desire to be free. She sits pensively by a window, slightly open for her sake. There really isn’t much to do if you think about it. Stare aloft to the stories above and the whistling birds in the swaying Eucalyptus trees. She sometimes lapses into momentary fits of excitement, sprints with wide-open eyes up and down the corridor, skidding as she does so. Sometimes this is a show of affection for her owners. Owner is a fitting term for one who treats another as a slave to one’s own whims and desires. The slave has no say in any matter whatever, the lines of communication are completely one-sided, and the owner goes on treating him with the utmost disrespect and spite all for his own personal gain, petting and cuddling as much as one pleases. And for all this in return the slave secures his bread. But not without a certain contempt for his owner as well as the progressive development of a wide array of neuroses. He eats his bread off of his own back and goes insane all the while.

It really is a shame. What of all the vermin and native birds one may have hunted? Did the cat or the dog ask to be domesticated into such a highly dysfunctional system of affairs? Are we worthy even of you, are we as superior as we purport to be? Where we have hatred for our own kind, we have only indifference for the house-dwelling animal. A kind of extreme false love that we convince ourselves is sincere and modest. A trivial matter at best. Laughable. One would like to ridicule this idea, but at the same time seals off one’s own mind to thought. In our ignorant benevolence, the animal suffers. Poor little creature, you did not ask to be here. From the start and with no warning you were caught by the same trap as the rest of us. We share this same fate with mountain lions, leopards and panthers but we fail to share in their grace and majesty. Their wild natures shines like a beacon from the mysterious depths and we sit frail, rigid and huddled by the murky shore, vainly mocking beauty itself.


Submitted: March 07, 2021

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