Searching for meaning on Halloween

I don’t quite understand why our cats could actually be “searching for meaning”. Yet when we started this blog so long ago,  all three kitties were quite adamant about its theme: since they were in agreement that all life has meaning and every sentient being has a purpose.

Being able to exist in harmony with the universe is a lofty goal; especially today.   Presently, we are living in a very stressful and chaotic period of time. Cats are extremely sensitive to their surroundings and our moods which greatly affect them.  So perhaps my questioning is actually naive about why they were so insistent about its theme. Maybe it’s possible that they are really curious about why and how we react to certain things that they are compelled to understand.

To be perfectly honest (and I don’t want to offend anyone), celebrating Halloween is not on my top-ten hit parade. I find having to offer children candy in order to avoid a “trick” is both blackmail and quite annoying.  It is very disturbing to me to either have to confine the cats in a room, or compelled to watch them like a hawk every time the doorbell rings in order to prevent them from escaping out the door and into the street.

And having to find creative ways to hide the candy that the children demand we dole out to them to prevent the cats from trying to steal sweet alluring “shiny objects” actually gives me the willies.  At least I was comforted by Aki’s reaction to the onslaught of petite goblins and ghouls.

Aki actually concurred with my  Halloween aversion even though he couldn’t completely grasp what this “holiday” was all about. Last night as we were snuggling under a blanket in between knocks on the door, he was quite perturbed. He said, “It bothers me when you constantly get up to greet those little brats. It is very disturbing. I should be the center of attention here; after all, I gave up hunting for bugs to keep you warm.”  Akiface

So was this his search for the meaning of love by “sacrificing “something he preferred, out of his love?

Even Edgar Allen Poe was disgruntled. Since the evening was passing by rapidly and feeding time was delayed, he turned to me, looking up at me with his piercing eyes and loudly uttered, “Feed me, or else I will surely starve, and quickly turn into just skin and bones.”  I wonder what the meaning Edgar Allen Poe might have been exploring. Hopefully, more will be revealed in the near future.IMG_0787

Are your cats searching for “meaning”? Or are our cats in the minority?  And if not, do you really care?  Please share your thoughts since they will be helpful for the three of us.