Today's post is on a more serious note than my usual fare. You see, last Saturday night, something really horrible happened to peep #1. She was pretty upset about it but I told her I'd take care of it by doin' a special post, just for her, on my blog.
Many of you know how hard peep #1 has been working on this fund-raiser for her favourite animal shelter. All week long, she's been selling tickets on that basket and knitted cat to raise funds to feed the little kitties who have no homes. She met lots & lots of wonderful people there. People who were really kind and generous. And the staff at the store where they set up their table were absolutely wonderful. It was like one big happy family. It's no wonder I send the peeps there to shop for my food all the time.
But you know how it is, there's always one wack-a-doodle in every crowd. And this one in particular wasn't just wacky. He was mean. Mean like a rabid dog with fleas... no offence to my doggy friends out there. I know that none of you are rabid. As for the fleas...
My peep was just sitting there, minding her own business, reading a book and occasionally looking up to smile at those passing by when this scrawny looking man waltzed up to her. "Do you remember me?" he asked. The peep thought she did and said so. But it wasn't the nice man she thought it was. As soon as he asked, "did you read what I told you to read?" she remembered him. He was the man who had been spouting off biblical verses to her, a few days earlier. Once she remembered exactly who he was, the peep told him that no, she had not read the verses. "Well, it's true, you know," he claimed. She answered, "that may be but in the meantime, these animals need our help."
Now, this is where the really horrible part starts... The nasty old man said, "the best help you can give those animals is a pill yeah big," and he gestured the size with his fingers. The peep didn't know what he was talking about. Her quizzical look prompted him to explain. "A two two he said." Again, the peep was at a loss. She's not really up on these things, you know. "A twenty-two!" the man said. Then she realised. The horrible little man was talking about shooting cats and the 'pill' he was referring to was a bullet!
Well, as you can imagine, my peep was shocked and appalled. I'm surprised she didn't burst into tears right then and there. I kind of wish she had. That would have made him feel so very guilty and small. And rightly so! Who the mouses does this guy think he is? Verbally assaulting my peep in this way and makin' her eyes burn is totally unacceptable!!!
I imagine that had my peep been a six foot two football player, he would never have attacked her in this way. No, this is the kind of human who preys upon the weak. He thought my peep was weaker than he so he attacked. He thought she was in a vulnerable position, being a captive audience and all, so he attacked. He's nothing but a predator. People talk about us cats being predators but we've nothing on this guy. It's not in our natures to be nasty and mean like that.
I gotta hand it to the peep. She stood up for herself. She told him that what he was saying was awful... horrible... despicable... and that she didn't want to have this discussion with him. She told him to stop. She told him she wanted him to leave.
But he wouldn't leave. He just stood there, continuing to defend his position. And as if it wasn't bad enough already, then he started talking about people eating cats in parts of the world. He spoke in a low voice, always. Probably trying to not draw too much attention to himself, in case that brought other humans to my peep's rescue. For me, this proves he knew what he was saying was horrible and that he had no business saying it to my peep. My poor peep grew more and more horrified with every passing moment. Finally, she stood and threatened to pack up and leave herself. That's when he... finally... left. The peep sat down, shaken and sickened.
You know, my peep studied ACTING in university so she does know about some things... a lot more than she knows about lots of other things like computers and getting my stuff fixed up on my blog, I can tell you that. Anyway, she said this man was like a bad Shakespearean actor. He memorises the lines and spews them off on cue but never really understands what any of them mean. Never really gets the gist of the play. My peep says she has slept through many such a bad performance. I only wish, for my peep's sake, she could have slept through this one.
I may talk more about this incident in a future post. What this man did was wrong. Very, very wrong. Obviously, my peep loves animals or she wouldn't be volunteering for an animal shelter. Who in their right mind would say such nasty things to an animal lover? NO ONE... that's who! I'm not sure I'm prepared to let this issue go. In the meantime, I'm gonna go have a little cuddle with the peep. She deserves one, I think. I'll purr and purr and let her know all is right with the world.