Any citizen should be willing to give all that
he has to give in times of crisis.
he has to give in times of crisis.
— Eleanor Roosevelt
We spoil our kitties today.
Spoil them rotten.
We spend $34 billion a year on their food alone—most of that wet food.
We serve them pâtés, chunks, chunks with gravy, chunks with broth, flaked, sliced, shredded, ground, semi-moist, dehydrated, raw, boiled, lightly boiled, steamed, lightly steamed, healthy, organic, natural, locally grown, gluten-free, grain-finished, cage-free, grass-fed, free-range, sustainably caught, non-allergenic, prescription-only, adult, lean, and vegan.
The kitties of World War II were sterner stuff, the sort of tough felines you'd want around during a cat-astrophe.
Canned cat food had only just come onto the pet-food market when Japan attacked Pearl Harbor.
No! Like all good citizens, these purry patriots threw themselves, head to tail, into the US war effort.
Our kitties are pussies.
They accepted sacrifice for a noble cause, and did so willingly.
FDR (a dog owner) didn't pussyfoot around. He immediately mandated rationing, deeming cans "essential" and cat food "non-essential."
And so America's cats were dealt a double-blow.
But did cats complain about rationing?
The munched on mice and tables scraps for the duration—never protesting, never complaining, never losing the courage to go on.
Now that's pawsative thinking.
