Maria has 83 cats.
Yes, I know, it sounds ridiculous but there it is.
I read it in the paper so it must be true…
I tried to imagine why someone would do that.
I started to make judgements about Maria and her lifestyle.
I wanted to ask her –
- Do you ever go away on holiday?
- What are the vet’s bills like?
- Did you win the lottery to afford them?
- Do you live on a farm with lots of land?
- Do you buy their food in bulk?
- Do you get it delivered on a lorry?
- Are they strays?
- Do you let them have kittens?
- If not, more vet’s bills!’
The words ‘eccentic’, potty, lonely, strange, loony, daft, short sighted, odd, anti-social, came to mind the more I thought about it.
And then I told myself off.
What’s it got to do with me?
Yes, I’m curious about such an unusual way of life, but it isn’t for me to judge.
I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t want to swap with me, with my one cat, a husband and a tiny cottage, and I certainly wouldn’t want to swap with her.
Over on the Plinky site there’s an interesting thread about accepting one another’s differences.
The writers at Plinky asked us to say how we thought the world could be a better place and accepting differences was high on the list of responses.
It would be great
- if only we could all live and let live a bit more.
- if only we weren’t so quick to judge harshly.
- if only we weren’t so arrogant.
the words loving, caring, thoughtful, generous, hardworking, selfless, philanthropic and tireless would come to mind when thinking about Maria.
But I’d still like to talk to her about life with 83 cats…
What do you think?
Are we far too judgemental?
And does it matter?