Monday

Bionic Cat

I think we should talk about this, this bionic cat.  What does it mean that there is a bionic cat?  I tell my friend that somewhere out there is a cat walking on little bionic legs and he says that we're doomed (actually, he didn't say doomed, but this is a PG 13 blog).  Maybe that's true. There are plenty of problems in this world (starving children and global warming and oil in the gulf) and maimed pets does not seem to be at the top of the list, and yet here in America we value our pets as much as we value our children (or at least as much as we value other people's children).  But that was someone's cat, and can you really blame someone for loving their cat?

Or maybe my friend is afraid that this is the beginning of the end, that one day bionic cats with robot brains and laser eyes will take over the world.

But I don't think so.  I like to think that this bionic cat is a sign of hope.  I'm feeling kind of tired today and a little unsure about the future, but I feel better knowing that cat is out there and, thanks to the fact that we live in an age with portable videophones and a machine that can play jeopardy, that cat can walk  It can even jump on top of some toilet paper rolls.  I'm so happy for that cat.  And if we can make a cat's life better, then maybe we can one day clean up the oceans and cure cancer and reverse global warming and build time machines so we can finally see real dinosaurs.  I'm hopeful.  So very hopeful.