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A little light-hearted fisking.

Over at CNN, author Rita Mae Brown talks about animals. I’m going to do a little tongue-in-cheek fisking. Not much, as I agree with most of what she says – and where I disagree, it’s usually funny.  But with our 8 horses, 7 goats, peafowl family, chickens, guineas,  ducks and 10 cat, 3 dog Castle, we see things a touch differently here.  I'd envy her those fox hounds except... they're high maintenance to care for properly!  The CNN.com article lists Ms. Brown as "a novelist, a gay rights and feminist pioneer, a writer of two mystery series and an animal lover. She is an avid horse rider and lives on a farm in Virginia with cats, house dogs and a pack of fox hounds. Her latest book is "Animal Magnetism: My Life with Creatures Great and Small." "

My commentary in italics.
(CNN) -- In case there are a few on two legs who aren't convinced, allow me to present my case.

Your dog is a great food tester. If she won't eat it, you'd better not either.

Corollary – my dog will also eat four-day old carrion and not get sick. Me, not so much.

No cat snores as loudly as a human. – She’s never met Cleo. Who, in her defense, has a tumor in her nose.

Your cat, dog, horse or bird doesn't care if you're young or old, rich or poor, fat or thin. She loves you just as you are. – As long as you aren’t late with dinner, or continue that tummy scratch .00000000000001 milliseconds too long..

No animal has ever tortured himself by trying to be perfect. She never met Simon, who groomed himself incessantly, to the point of horking up hairballs the size of small dogs. Of course, Simon’s full name was “Simple Simon” for a reason. He lived to be 21, not bad for a cat.

No herd of horses or pack of hounds will ever ask you to clap your hands in unison. Nor will any animal -- even in front of a TV camera -- introduce another as "the lovely and talented ..."

Humans routinely breed past the food supply. Most animals are too smart to do this.
Some animals are monogamous. Some are not. They accept their fundamental natures. When it comes to humans, the kindest way to approach this is to understand that monogamy is contrary to nature but necessary for the greater social good.  Heh.  Animals will too breed past the food supply if given the chance.  Just look anywhere the predator chain has been broken.  See urban deer populations in winter.  Fortunately for many critter populations in the urban fringes the automobile is a predator.  The big difference is that most animals don't have a "safety net" provided by the government and or charity - they live in a Hobbesian world.  Even those who live among us - especially out on farms.  One reason many farms have a lot of cats is because... coyotes like cat.  And duck.  And chicken.  But I have a good friend who watched in horror as a owl swooped down and took her cat off the deck - in downtown Lawrence, Kansas.

Animals do not pay for sex. – Our Peacock, drakes and roosters would if they could. As it is, the roosters and ducks are just serial rapists with a taste for cross-species action. Reggie, the peacock, is a gentleman, however.

Animals cannot damage the water table. Humans are doing this all over the world even as you read this.  Only because they lack opposable thumbs.  Correlation is not neccessarily causation - and you don't *really* want to live like the animals do, do you?  If you accept evolutionary timelines, we lived like that for hundreds of thousands of years.  We figured out how to build huts and wells because living that way... sucked, and life was hard  and short by comparison..  A few species decided that mooching off of us was easier than developing opposing thumbs on their own.  Mind you, I'm not complaining.

No animal is ever a hypocrite. She hasn’t spent too much time around non-human primates, has she?

A cat doesn't care if another cat is black or white, so along as she catches mice. Simply not true. We’ve got racist cats who choose to hang with those who look like them, including the black cat with the black dog, etc, and who walk off in a huff when meeting strangers who don ‘t look like their preferred colors. And no, I don't think they picked up that attitude from "the man."  But they don't take it to the extremes we do.  Generally. 

A dog may steal from you but will never lie to you.

Given their unbelievable olfactory powers -- humans have about 6 million scent receptors; a dog has about 110 million -- your dog can smell friend or foe. Your dog knows who is sexually attracted to you and vice versa. You dog knows when you are about to have a heart attack or an epileptic seizure. They can even smell illness in you even before doctors catch wind of it (i.e. cancer). The point is, trust your dog.
You can also trust your cat concerning most of the above examples as long as you realize: Dogs have owners; cats have staff.

A dog would not allow another dog to eat if it weren't in on the hunt. Tell that to Kiki and Buffy. 

In the animal world, you have to pull your weight. Dogs and cats recognize mental illness in humans. Many of them can deal with it. Many of us cannot.

Horses can work well with a physically compromised person. They are very giving animals. - I agree completely.  Horses know younglings and oldsters, and if they've been well treated and trained will adjust their behavior accordingly.  If you act like an ass on horseback, they will adjust their behavior accordingly...  horses don't like poseurs either.

We are medium-size animals who survived and then flourished by hunting in packs, by cooperation. A horse is a large animal. The journey from your mind to a horse's mind is the longest journey you will ever take.

If successful, it will be one of the strongest bonds of both of your lives, one you can never really explain to another human who has not made the journey. It is a bond of deep emotional richness. No argument here. Take the time to get to know your horse – from a horse perspective, and they’re a lot of fun.

No animal will ever correct your grammar. Given that service dogs have a vocabulary of 300 or 400 words, this shows remarkable restraint on their part.

An animal knows when she is dying. However, she does not carry around the notion of her individual death. This, I believe, is the true gap between us and other sentient creatures. It is the root of our discontent, denial and search for escape.

Personally, I believe death is a greatly overrated experience. Much of it irritates me. I know when the good Lord jerks my chain, I'm going.

Animals remember. They have some concept of the simple past, but they live triumphantly in the present. Few of us do.

Most animals have a sense of humor. Horses seem to have a highly developed one. Humans routinely deny this until they find themselves the butt of the joke. Horses have a very physical sense of humor. Their jokes often hurt. But they are funny, and you can see the horses (and others around you) laughing in a horsey way.

Thanks to technology, we believe we are more powerful. Take that away, and our limitations (bad night vision; no fangs or claws; long dependency of offspring; terrible slowness compared to, say, a cat; etc.) make us falter. One of the reasons we made a social contract with domesticated animals years ago was to "borrow" their power, speed, senses. In return, we feed them, care for them. We have broken this contract. They have not. I could talk about “I didn’t claw my way to the top of the food chain...” but I’ll pass.  And as for breaking the contract - you don't speak for me, ma'am.

No animal will ever speak those dreadful words, "We have to talk." True. Only because they don't have the capacity to say the words in a way most of us can understand. Instead, they just poop on your pillow and pee on your clothes. Trust me – that’s “We have to talk” from a cat’s perspective.

Give thanks that your cat does not own a credit card. Aren't you sorry you do? Yes, given all the surfing the cats do on the internet, I’m very grateful they haven’t figured out Visa. Note to cat owners: get a touchscreen computer, and you’ll be shocked, shocked I say, to see where cats surf once they realize they can use their tail...

No animal will ever send you a Christmas card and expect one in return. Surely, the devil invented the Christmas card. Agreed.  The Debbil did it!

I rest my case.
 

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One of the reasons we made a social contract with domesticated animals years ago was to "borrow" their power, speed, senses.

We domesticated the cat, the dog and the horse for that. The rest we domesticated for *food*.

No animal will ever speak those dreadful words, "We have to talk."


She's evidently never been around an old dog who knows his or her time is coming. They *will* tell you -- just not in words...
 
oh yeah, they give you their "we have to talk" as often as your human companions...
 
A dog may steal from you but will never lie to you.
Yeah right.  Maybe you should tell that to my family's dog, who digs in the trash, then runs and lays down on her bed, pretending to be asleep, when she hears someone coming.
However, she does not carry around the notion of her individual death. This, I believe, is the true gap between us and other sentient creatures.
Some would argue that the former is actually the lack of sentience, but then we'd get into a semantical argument courtesy of vague and multiple definitions.  I simply consider it the delineation of self-awareness in the metaphysical sense.  We worry about existence after death because we have both the capacity to consider such an abstract (in the purest sense of the word, since there is no sensory input on which to base considerations) concept and, whether many people acknowledge it or not, a sense that there is more to our existence than a physical body.  "If you wonder if you have a soul, you do."  Animals are the sum of their existence, whereas we are more.
 
And while I love horses, Ms. Brown never encountered the mare I refered to as "Ebola", who was a vicious, nasty piece of work I would have cheerfully sent to the glue factory.  There is a range of personality in all critters.  Some of that range isn't nice.  Humans aren't *that* special, and we don't have a monopoly on nasty.

I would say we have a symbiotic relationship with the domesticated animals.  We used the speed and strength of horses, and in return we gave them horsehoes and used our little fine motor control fingers to get the nasty sharp stones that get stuck.  Also carrots, which are difficult to grow on the prairie, not to mention dig up with hooves.  The horse I have been riding assures me carrots make it *all* worthwhile.
 
The horses also like... sugar.  Whether in the form of crystallized maple syrup or little white cubes.

They also like shelter from weather - especially if it is constructed in such a way as to allow them to come and go as they please.
 
I know little about horses but dogs most definitely do lie.  A lot.

They don't always know when they will die. 

Dog's talk in action.

There was no contract.  We eat most of these animals you know.
 
I agree with you about horses, except for ponies. They all seem to born disgruntled. Gal I used to know had some pony experience when a kid. She swore her pony knew where every low tree limb, at human horseback head-height, existed for miles around. On "we need to talk", my kitty starts gently; just a paw on the calf, claws retracted. Then there's just a touch of the hooks; then if I'm pre-occupied on the Net or something, there will be effusion of blood. (My kitty seems a bit more autistic than most- he never meows, just does physical actions to communicate. E.g., he kicks an empty beer can around when he wants me to open a can of wet food
 
Several times a year, for almost 10 years now, I recieve a "Pre-approved" credit card offer for Dorie Thorsen, one of my cats.  Without opposible thumps, I've no idea how she called that 1-800 number to request it.
 
 .00000001 milliseconds.  You have that right!
 
I've had both dogs and cats from time to time, and yeah, they'll do that "we need to talk" thing.

Dog most likely by shredding everything in the living room that can be shredded while you're gone.

Cats by seeking out your shoes to puke into.
 
Goats are most definitly racist. I gave up trying to raise two different breeds of goats because they fought all the time. My Saanen doe would run clear across the pen just to bash one of the Nubians. In most mixed herds, I have seen this repeated many times. It's not just pecking order, it's clearly deliniated by breed. I have lots less fighting now that all of my goats are one type (long floppy ears on all of them).
 
Let's see...my dog ate dog poop.  Wolves and other predators routinely eat their own poop to disquise their presence from prey or eat the poop of other predators in order to destroy their markings on the reigning predators' territory.

I am very sure that precludes them from being culinary experts.

Animal racisim?  Not as extreme as the human variety?  Ms. Brown has obviously never had cats of different breeds, not raised together, confined in her house.  We introduced a new cat that looked like all the other cats, white with black or gray spots.  After some initial displeasure at her arrival, everything was good.  Introduced a striped tabby and WWIII erupted and has yet to be settled.  These cats go at it claw and tooth.  Without human intervention, I'm certain there will be serious injury, probable maiming and possible death.

Oh...did I mention the cats hate the dogs and the dogs hate the cats?  The cats actually attack the neighbor's dogs.  There is some obvious prejudice there.  Possibly because dogs see cats as food, but does that preclude inter-species prejudice?
 
Um, guys? That's not racism, that's specieism. Mmkay? :)

John, when you speak of horse's preference for shelter, do you mean snug'n'warm, or just out of the wind/rain/snow is good enough?

I got thrown from a horse once. It was my fault. I was learning to ride, and had gotten the rein signals and the foot signals backwards, so my hand was saying "turn right," while my foot was saying "turn left." Actually, the horse just stood there ignoring me, no doubt hoping I would get a clue. So, I lightly kicked with my heels as a hint to get going, and clicked my tounge. Kind of a "Hello, McFly?" moment.

The horse glanced back at me, kinda twitched, and the next thing I know I'm lying on the ground looking up, thinking "what just happened?"

My instructor said I had good instincts, since I kept hold of the reins. :)

I don't doubt that equine was thinking "Tool...." Heh.