<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360118" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Mrs. Professor In Defense Of My Cat's Honor And Not Only</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My valiant helper, a small-sized tiger<br>Sleeps sweetly on my desk, by the computer,<br>Unaware that you insult his tribe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cats play with a mouse or with a half-dead mole.<br>You are wrong, though: it's not out of cruelty.<br>They simply like a thing that moves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For, after all, we know that only consciousness<br>Can for a moment move into the Other,<br>Empathize with the pain and panic of a mouse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And such as cats are, all of Nature is.<br>Indifferent, alas, to the good and the evil.<br>Quite a problem for us, I am afraid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Natural history has its museums,<br>But why should our children learn about monsters,<br>An earth of snakes and reptiles for millions of years?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nature devouring, nature devoured,<br>Butchery day and night smoking with blood.<br>and who created it? Was it the good Lord?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, undoubtedly, they are innocent,<br>Spiders, mantises, sharks, pythons.<br>We are the only ones who say: cruelty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our consciousness and our conscience<br>Alone in the pale anthill of galaxies<br>Put their hope in a humane God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who cannot but feel and think,<br>Who is kindred to us by his warmth and movement,<br>For we are, as he told us, similar to Him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet if it is so, the He takes pity<br>On every mauled mouse, every wounded bird.<br>Then the universe ofr him is like a Crucifixion.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such is the outcome of your attack on the cat:<br>A theological, Augustinian grimace,<br>Which makes difficult our walking on this eart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Czeslaw+Milosz">Czeslaw Milosz</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360118" data-title="To Mrs. Professor In Defense Of My Cat's Honor And Not Only de Czeslaw Milosz" data-description="My valiant helper, a small-sized tiger Sleeps sweetly on my desk, by the computer, Unaware that you insult his tribe. Cats play with a mouse or with a half-dead mole. You are wrong, though: it's not out of cruelty. They simply like a thing that m..."></div> </div> </div>

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