Ever get a splinter in your paw? It hurts, you know? And what's more, it can take you totally by surprise. One day, you're walkin' along a perfectly good piece of wood... perhaps the railing of a deck or something... and the next thing you know... PAIN! The wood was always good and strong before - when it stayed in one piece - but for some strange reason, a little piece of it decided to break away and insidiously insert itself in the pad of your paw. That's the splinter. And when you get one of those nasty old things, there's nothing for it but to head off to a peep for some first aid.
I've been thinking of splinters a lot these last few days. Not because I got one in my paw recently. Haven't had a splinter of wood in my paw for a mouses age. But for some reason, that nasty old man who verbally attacked peep #1, trying to tell her that the Bible implies cats should be shot and nearly making her cry the other night, reminded me of splinters. Hmmm... interesting...
Ever notice how humans think they're always right about everything? Put two people in a room together with two different opinions, and each still thinks that they are right. Put ten people in a room together with ten differing opinions and all ten of them think they're right. How can ten different opinions all about the same thing all be right? I may be just a cat buy hey, I know that this is simply impossible. Ridiculous, in fact. It defies all logic and reason.
And did you ever notice how when you disagree with one of these know-it-all splinter-type people, they're taken by surprise? Like no one ever disagreed with them before? Ever? I find that next to impossible to believe. I mean, where are their ears? Did a mouse eat 'em or something? Or maybe a rat?
People just can't get along with one another. They just don't seem to know how.
Yeah, we cats usually think we're always right about stuff, too. But that's different. Probably because we always are right... 'cause we cats... and cats are smart. Way smarter than a whole lot of humans. Way nicer, too. For proof of this, see my last post.
Oh, what I would give for opposable thumbs. Oh, what I would give to know how to spell 'opposable' thumbs. Spell check just isn't helping me out here. Neither is the peep! Anywho... I've said it before and I'll say it again. I'm pretty sure that with opposable thumbs, I could take over the world. Yup... the whole, entire world. And let me tell you something... as the new-found world leader, there would be none of these splinter-type people pontificating and trying to insidiously insert their mean and nasty old opinions into the pads of our paws. Or the hearts of our peeps, either. There would be none of that kind of behaviour. None at all! I think I'd make a law or something.