I donít know why, but I have been fighting with myself about getting my cat neutered.
He is -- and I hope he will continue to be -- an indoor cat, so itís not about unwanted litters. Itís a sanitary thing.
Spaying and neutering pets is the right thing to do, but it seems so difficult when itís my kitty.
Unwanted kittens and puppies continue to tear at my heart strings as I think of their fate. Good people will adopt some of them, while others will be left to fend for themselves.
August is here and I think the hot afternoons are referred to as ďdog days.Ē People and their animals slow down a little and watch the skies for rain. My cat runs from thunder, even though heís safe in the house.
Even the air seems different as fall begins to tap at the door. The seasons pass so rapidly here in our Valley and harvest time is near. The monsoons have arrived, almost on time, and the badly needed moisture is sucked up by the thirsty soil, telling all of us that even a Biblical-style cloudburst still wouldnít be enough to completely repair droughtís damage.
Thereís a certain freedom to being older and living alone, as meals are eaten when one is hungry and control of the TV remote isnít up for debate.
The heat of the day is just the same, no matter what, and there is no freedom of choice about it.
My grandson literally ordered me to get a cat right after Jake died, and his nearly 10-year-old mind believed that it would relieve the loneliness.
I think it has, but it has brought with it another level of responsibility.
It has also brought awareness that all of Godís creatures have similar needs -- food, water, shelter and a place to sleep.
The TV newscasters constantly report on the inhumanity humans have toward each other, and my cat and I watched as Ariel Castro was sentenced to more than 1,000 years in prison for kidnapping and holding three young women hostage, as sex slaves.
Time and time again, men are arrested and charged with raping, abusing and misusing women and most of them are punished in accordance with the crime.
If I hadnít given up cussing when the grandchildren learned to talk, I would write what I think of the sons of bears.
How dare they?
Today, I am considering ending the sex life of my male cat before it even starts, by a simple trip to the vet, and I wonder:
Could we do the same with the men who violate women, who misuse their sexuality and bring children into the world that they immediately deny?
Itís something to think about this hot August afternoon.
Are we more considerate of our animals than our fellow human beings?