All of us who love animals want them to become part of the family. A loving family. Some of us have bigger, and more varied, loving animal families than others. Mind you, I’m not recommending you become an animal collector. Who needs three hundred cats in a two-bedroom house? The smell alone would not sit well. But, if the house is big enough-half a barn for an example-it’s okay to have a horse, a Macaw, an over-grown puppy and two kittens. Don’t you think?

Okay, I’m trying to rationalize my family. My zoo. It’s an enormous project but a fascinating, wonderful, delightful one. Always? Sometimes.

I think, in many ways, animals are much smarter than people. They don’t have religious hang-ups. No cat god. They don’t go to church. They don’t wage wars. Never knew one who built an atom bomb. They don’t need telephones, computers, microwaves, pots and pans and hotplates. They don’t even need a Vitamix.

They do eat each other, occasionally, but usually only when they’re hungry. There are predators and prey but they get along at the watering holes which is more than a lot of human drinkers do. No animal I ever knew participated in a brawl in an Irish pub. If you know of such an instance please let me know and we’ll talk about it here. Should be fun.

There is a decided scientific dimension in creating such a family structure. Observe. Observe. Observe. Beats getting glued to the tube, except for the excellent episodes filmed and presented here on Ho’ike. Rosa and Reba stole the show last time. It went to their heads. The next morning, right after breakfast, they bounced into the cat carrier. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out they saw stardom on the horizon. As their manager, I’m working on a six-figure contract with the guys. I get a whopping hundred percent when settlement is reached. Paper makes excellent tinder.

Reba and Rosa aren’t interested in money. That’s smarter than most people, too, don’t you think?

In our family there won’t ever be a conflict about the long green stuff but, of course, I’ve promised them the best food, shelter and love money can buy. The only thing I ask is that they don’t eat Boots-the grown up puppy- or Duke-the noisy Macaw who has already learned to call them.

“Here Reba. Here Rosa.” Duke calls. They don’t answer.

“Meow. Meow.” I’m learning to talk cat. They answer.

They’re learning to sing. They have pretty voices. They eat well and bounce and wrestle and stalk make-believe prey. I don’t buy toys. They have to learn to play with long strings and flying leaves and navigate tree trunks and branches.

They’re peaceful, playful, and loving. Earnest Heming- way said, “A cat has absolute emotional honesty, human beings , for one reason or another, may hide their feelings, but a cat does not.

Is that a good thing? What do you think?

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