Posted by on Apr 18, 2013 | 2 comments

 

I have been making lots of kitty tears over the attack in Boston during the famous Marathon that is held each year.  Mama takes them away gently with her thumb, but these kitty tears  won’t stop. I saw and heard the explosions on our TV and I hid under the bed.

What kind of human would do such a thing? Probably the same kind who sets kitties tails on fire or drowns kittens or tortures defenseless animals or even their own children!  And to me, all terrorists are chicken, chicken, chicken (a witless bird if there ever was one…).

Sitting here on my nice soft piano stool I don’t worry so much about attacks and bombings and wars and man’s inhumane treatment to man, because I’m pretty ineffectual, being a small kitty with no military back up,  but this bombing really got to me because mama’s really special brother used to run in marathons and might even have run in the Boston one in the past, and mama’s stepson and his little son, Pietro, ran in the Rome marathon this year, and it is unthinkable that some disgruntled, mentally unbalanced idiot would want to terrorize a marathon, which is so benign!

And why the explosions after the winners had crossed the line?  What was the motive? Why that particular timing? Were there any kitties in the crowd, because I’m sure there were doggies with their owners and no one has said what happened to them, poor things. Kitties tend to stay home from those crowded events.

But the thing that bothers me most is that mama read to me from our favorite newspaper that a young woman who was competing in the race said, “It’s heartbreaking to not cross the finish line, you train so hard for this. It’s sad, but I’m safe.”

Not to cross the finish line? Heartbreaking? I ask you, what could be less important at that horrendous moment of terrorism that killed three people and seriously injured many others than crossing a finish line? But then again, maybe this lady was not thinking straight just then. Who would be?

My kitty tears are still falling and I don’t think mama can do much for these.