Saturday, May 16, 2020

On Cats, by Charles Bukowski (author), Roger Wayne (narrator)

HarperAudio, ISBN 9780062421210, December 2015

This is a short collection of poetry about cats, that does not quite work for me.

Hard drinking, womanizing, and objectifying views of women are not part of a "manly" image for me. The hard drinking, in particular, contributed to making my childhood less than ideal.

Nor do I think cats are suffering by having vet care, good food, and safe indoor spaces and toys, or benefited by being outside, without vet care, completely dependent on their own hunting skills for food, and having to contend with cars and/or larger predators for whom a cat is a tasty snack.

That's not revulsion against cats hunting. I've always praised and rewarded my cats for catching and killing rodent intruders into the house. Nor is it an objection to working barn cats, who control the local vermin but have humans watching over them, providing vet care and supplemental feeding.

I'm not enthralled by tales of cats repeatedly hit by cars, shot, and otherwise injured due to human neglect and cruelty as Heroic Real Cats. No. They're just cats put needlessly at risk.

Bukowski loves his cats, and other people will enjoy this poetry collection. I didn't.

I bought this audiobook.

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