On a cat-calendar page for December 17, 2010, let a pin-up of Bugs stand for the winsome calico Matilda, of London, England:
The text underneath Matilda Eye-Candy says this:
“In late 2008, the economic crisis prompted U.S. consumers to scale back on holiday spending. In one survey, 43% of the sample planned to spend less on their friends, while only 23% said they would skimp on gifts for their pets.”
So without one more word to crack wise from me, I wonder what those figures bring up for you. As Mike Myers would say, in his “Coo-aw-fee Too-wauk”-with-Linda-Richman character: “I’ll give you a taw-pic. Too-wawk amongst yih-selves.”
While you’re discussing, here’s a commercial break for the weather report.
I snapped this yesterday when it was 28 f., humidity 90%. You can see the flag flapping in the breeze.
Friends marched in the Fayetteville Mardi Gras parade.
Not me. I was: Huddled at home with Bugs.
OK. We’re back. Here’s what came up for me, when I first contemplated Matilda Eye-Candy plus figures:
I was “fih-klempt.”
Look it up, under “farklempt,” here.
“Like buh-duh,” I thoo-awt. Then I re-thoo-awt.
Maybe the amount of money you spend isn’t the point. (You probably didn’t hear that here first.) I have in mind birthday presents I got this year from friends.
I’d have to guess at what they spent. But there’s no guessing about the value proportional to the amount of my appreciation. These gifts came with a story. The story spoke to the joy of what we mean to each other – in other words, to the preciousness of our connection. These gifts are soul-candy. Need I add, then, that the amount of money spent was irrelevant to their value.
Friendship between humans contemplates this kind of understanding.
But when it comes to Bugs, if I were to cut back on what, say, I was feeding him, I do believe he would mind.
Mind? I’m guessing he’d starve to death, rather than tolerate that kind of insult.
So what was the pin-up’s point, again, about the money-spent-on-human-friends-as-opposed-to-“pets”? I think I can say, without demeaning Bugs’s Bugness in any way, that the ability of human-friends to understand the symbolism of things is a little more sophisticated than his.
Another thing. The study’s sample is suspect. Did it include people who “own” “pets” but who wouldn’t even think of giving them holiday gifts?
I’m just saying.
He will not even look at this expensive store-bought gift.
Trust Bugs to instruct on traditional values.
Note to self: You really must be getting old. Have you forgotten the ordeal that was the Cat-Toy Yard Sale?
Self to Note: One word: PTSD.
Note to Baffled Readers: Go here.
Thank you to Stephan Pollard for the Mardi Gras pics. That boy knows a good time when he sees it!