Yesterday Texas had it’s Primary/Caucus. Depending on which party you declared. Though I have been voting Republican lately, I had to vote for Obama in the Primary. Sorry to see him lose the popular vote. But I think McCain will have an easier time beating Obama.
But what does this have to do with a cat’s life? I am glad you asked. I have two cats, Snickers and Princess. I have had, or better, they have had me, now going on 9 1/2 years. I adopted them when they were 6 months old. They have moved with me around the country. All they care about is a clean litter box, fresh water and food, having plenty of toys and of course a great comfortable place to sleep.
That is all they have to worry about. To them it doesn’t matter who is in the White House. It doesn’t matter to them that the economy is in the dumps. It doesn’t matter to them that someone just walks randomly into a fast food joint and shoots up the place.
As long as the basic things in life are met, they care content. The biggest issue I think they have is who gets to sleep where. Usually, they end up wanting to sleep in the same place.
Why has our society gotten so complicated? When did this happen?
Are you familiar with The Solow Paradox? If not, the quick and simple explanation is this: You can see the computer age everywhere you look, except in productivity.
What does this mean? Simply stated, in my opinion, is that we have come to think that computers can handle everything. That we as humans do not have to be as proactive anymore. But this is simply not true. Most computers today are still simple machines built by humans. They can’t think for themselves and live by strict rules that can’t be broken. But yet we think just cause we press “enter” all is taken care of.
Think about it. We need computers and computer programs to monitor what our children watch on tv and see on the internet. We need computers to tell us when the popcorn is done. We need computers to tell us when we should spend time with someone special.
How did people live before computers entered the home? I can’t imagine.
Luckily my cats don’t know how to use the Internet. Who knows what kind of “pussy-cat” porn they would be looking at? Slow down, enjoy life. It will be over before you know it.
