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“Be not too hasty to identify and remove evil, lest you become the evil you wish to remove. Neither strive to protect those you love from harm, lest you become the harm you wish to protect them from.” —Gospel of Jasun
This Easter Saturday, I was petting one of our cats on the bed. Though she was born less than a year ago (I saw it happen), she is already pregnant and close to due. Profound human-feline bonding was happening, and as I shared in her bliss and rubbed her belly, I was thinking about the babies inside her.
I thought about how her mother seems skittish and was probably traumatized before we took her in, while her daughter is more open and loving, having been born into a loving environment. With each generation, I was thinking, the trauma lessens.
I noticed what looked like a tick on her side. It seemed like it was already quite fat, the fleshy-colored kind, and I began trying to pull it off between my fingernails. At first, the mama-cat wasn’t resisting, and carried on purring. At a certain point, however, she yelped and pulled away.
I petted her some more and she settled down again, whereupon I called my wife and asked her to bring some tweezers and a tissue. I looked for the tick but now I couldn’t find it. My wife said, “Are you sure it wasn’t one of her nipples?”
(Do I have to finish this story?)