The President decreed Adopt a Pet was mandatory on an August day. At first I thought it undeserved, and yet the more I thought it through, I had to say it was a noble cause, a benefit for both the pet and those of us indeed. I therefore rode the bandwagon, to wit, I adopted my pet, a special breed of cat bred in the mountains of Peru, where Nazca lines surviving caused a stir concerning ancient astronauts. If true or not, it’s grist for milling as it were. At any rate, I offer no regrets for bringing home a Nazca cat, named for that place of otherworldly chariots flown with resolve above each snow-capped tor, to a culture that‘s no more, expressing homage, maybe, with enigmatic lines. It’s a concept worthy of addressing since, with the past, gold often fills the mines. This is new American tradition: Adopt a Pet Day was success, and in my case, since it bettered my condition of anxiety and sadness, a win. 24 Lines Writer’s Cramp August 18, 2013 |