Kitty has bladder stones
I don’t want my kitty to die.
I don’t want him to be sick.
I hate seeing him in pain.
He’s just fluffy and nice and doesn’t need this.
Hopefully surgery will help.
I want him to play again.
It’s my fault you know.
I fed him spinach
Only a little bit as a treat each day
But it must have built up in his system.
You try and do the right thing
And another wrong thing is done anyway.
You keep the kitty inside
To prevent it getting hit by cars
Instead it gets struck by disease
Obese from boredom and inactivity
You feel bad for keeping it inside so you give it greens
Then it gets another disease from that.
Fucking cats should fucking be outside.
I’d so much rather he be hit by a car than this.
But Don doesn’t get it.
Modern medicine is a shitty fucking thing
You get to stretch out a life
You can’t really fix anything
But you can choose your manner of death, I guess.
What is the Tao way to handle this?
The Tao way would be to let him be outside and play
He would be so much happier
He would get his exercise
And unlimited grass to eat
And unlimited creatures to murder in that cold sociopathic cat way
And unlimited risk.
I want to let him have what he wants
Kitties are perfect in their Tao
They know what’s good for them
Unless it’s spinach.