Tuesday, November 6, 2012

The MarCATS.


As I sit down on my bed to write my second blog for AP English, I cannot help but feel a sense of discomfort. Two sets of gleaming, furry eyes lay focused on me, and their rumbling bodies purr. Yes, AP Englishers, I am a crazy cat lady. Although my house remains in balance with two dogs and two cats, I must admit that I spend the majority of my home time with my cats, Maisy and Tigger. One of my favorite discussions this year came as the discussion of jobs that we have held throughout our lives. Anna Witkin shared her tales of “cat sitting,” involving intricate joint exercises that she provided to the felines. Although I cannot say I have reached the levels of care that this cat owner extends to her pets, I do admit to caring for them just as much. Unfortunately, my family does not feel the same proclivity to Maisy and Tigger as I do. My dad often jokes about feeding each of them to circling hawks, and my brothers openly hiss whenever either walks by. They have even taught my dogs the same hatred—whenever someone ekes a “meow” from anywhere in the house, my dogs will literally BOLT in order to nose dive under my bed in search of their nemeses. I try to protect my cats, but more often than not my efforts fail, and the age-old canine versus feline battle ensues. I have noticed this same sort of protective nature evolve in certain characters of each short story we have read, even if their efforts remain equally futile as my own.  Although living through different scenarios, one thing every protector holds in common becomes how their actions prove relatively ineffective. The wife in “The Second Bakery Attack” may or may not have removed a curse. The Misfit’s gang shoots the grandmother’s family in “A Good Man Is Hard to Find”. Many citizens remain opposed to the presence of the inventor’s balloon in “The Balloon”. The police can do nothing to resurrect the old man in “The Tell-Tale Heart”. As students of AP English 12, we always put our best effort into every work we do. We may not receive our desired grade, but we can build from the experience in order to improve the next time. In order to stay true to the balloon inventor’s advice, I try not to search for too much deeper meaning in my cats. Even as I write, Tigger snores noisily and Maisy remains busy licking herself. I can only take from them the lesson of caring for something I love, ranging from my own home to my school work and beyond.

3 comments:

  1. I agree with your view of not trying to search for the deeper meaning in certain things. Although I despise cats, I find the same comfort in my dog Tootsie. And I also take the lesson of caring for her and other things in my life, because I love them. That's a cool connection you found between all of the short stories too!

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  2. As long as we're spilling secrets, I, too, am a crazy cat lady. Although I did not write about my love for felines, I did write about a similar theme as you: humans' tendencies to obsess over meaning. I empathize with your attempts to avoid pinpointing a purpose for everything, for I do the same.

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  3. Alyssa, I too admit inexplicably strong feelings of affection towards my cats. My efforts to protect them from torture at the paws of my dog have, unfortunately, proves futile. Therefore I believe that people should act as their own protectors instead of relying to others to defend them, like the independent Joseph in New Boy.

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