My “kids,” Fluffy and Rover

My “kids,” Fluffy and Rover

Is it just me or do other people also get driven up the wall by people who refer to their pets as “their children”? We’re a society that kills children in the womb, but also spends hundreds of dollars on cat strollers.

It’s especially noticeable among a certain intellectual (dare I say “blue state”?) crowd that doesn’t always use the term “children,” but whose biographies include mention of their pets where one would normally see names of children. Here’s an example.

And if I ever see another picture of Paris Hilton toting around that creepy rat-dog in a bag that costs more than my computer, it will be too soon. Actually, seeing any photo of Paris Hilton would be annoying, so bad example. Go about your business.

Written by
Domenico Bettinelli
3 comments
  • what the bleep is an ocicat?

    …in a similar vein: I saw an article in the Austin paper the other day about a woman who spent $50,000 to get her cat “Nicky” cloned.

  • Don’t know what an ocicat is and don’t care enough to Google it.

    I did hear about the cloned cat. It was done by a place called “Genetic Savings & Clone.” the sick part is that the cloned cat is not “Nicky.” It’s just another without Nicky’s memories or personality or anything. She could have saved 50 grand by picking up a lookalike cat at the shelter.

    “A fool and his money are soon parted.”

  • OK, in the interest of instructing the felinically-challenged and furthering human knowledge (and not having anything better to do…) I did the spade work for you and found that:

    “The Ocicat is an agouti spotted cat of moderate type. Originating from interbreeding of Abyssinian, Siamese and American Shorthair, it is the only spotted domestic breed selectively bred to emulate the cats of the wild…”

    So to answer the question with proper parsimony of prose:

    Ocicat = a spotted cat.

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