Nancy Ke Lao

Ever since I returned from China, CKC has not let me touch him or pet him. He lets everybody else pet him, and is even friendly to them. I’m not extremely worried, because I think he should come around. And I have now an extended theory on why his behavior is this way.

Based on only what I know, this is what his life experience so far must have been like:

- Abandoned somehow, I am wander the streets of Boston as a stray cat.

- I am ATTACKED, I manage to get away but I have been wounded, on my butt right above my tail. I clean it up and you can’t even tell. After a while it stops hurting so much. I did not like it. 

- I am picked up by an old lady who is very interested in me. She takes me to a place with lots of other cats and I can hear dogs in the other room. They feed me every day and people come look at me. They inspect and handle me which is annoying, and after a week they CASTRATE ME, which is humiliating.

- Next day, the people here surrender me to this young lady who stares at me all the time. She puts me in a little cage and then sets me in this thing that moves and stops and rocks all around and makes me very uncomfortable. She and the other girl stops and leaves me alone for a while in that horrible place, then comes back and makes the place move again. After a while she takes me and puts me in a strange place, at least its not moving, and all these new noises and voices all directed at me. The girl leaves and other people come at me and suddenly I see an escape and I try to go and climbed up all the way to the top but couldn’t hold on and I hide under the big thing in the middle and stay there and I wait. The girl comes in and sits on top of the big thing and waits. 

- This room seems okay, nothing has hurt me yet. The girl seems okay, I let her pet me.  She goes to sleep when it gets dark, and it has gotten dark 4 times and all she does is give me food. She keeps trying to touch me. 

- My butt HURT A LOT A LOT A LOT. The girl captures me and puts me in the moving place again and takes me to a strange place again and I DON’T KNOW WHAT IS HAPPENING ..zzz…………..

- I wake up. I have a thing around my head and my back feels tender and I feel weird and NOT SAFE and the girl puts me back with her and does weird things to me.

- my back hurts and twice a day the girl captures me and forces some bitter water into my mouth and then other times she squirts shit into my ears. The thing around my neck makes me walk into walls and I can’t clean myself and I AM HELD HOSTAGE BY A PSYCHOPATH. When she tortures me its clear the best thing I can do is to stay still and let her hurt me and after she has the nerve to pet me and I purr because maybe she will stop if I am nice but she’s basically a rapist. 

- I’m getting used to this sordid life and I feel better. The girl is easing up, cone came off and I can FINALLY CLEAN MYSELF AGAIN

- MY BUTT HURTS AGAIN. She takes me to yet another strange place where they prod me. I return home and my wound hurts for another 3 days and the girl is squirting shit into my mouth again and I hate her and I hate everything. She takes me to a familiar place and they put me to sleep again. 

- So I guess the girl really just likes squirting shit into my mouth. For a few days 2 different things then just one thing twice a day. She must derive pleasure from this, and I am a slave.

- wtf is this other cat. I’m scared.

- the girl went away. finally no more medicine. i get food still. 

- somebody takes me on a trip. I feel better after.

- this other cat is growing on me. I look out the window. I eat. I sleep. Life is okay. We hang out with the nice man at night. The nice man is always nice. The big man pets me and gives me food. There is a loud man, and a man who won’t let me into this room. we go in sometimes anyways.

- The girl came back. First thing she did is try to torture me again. I got away.

- The girl keeps trying to get me but so far I’ve managed to get away. She gives me delicious chicken but I think it must be a trap but I manage to eat it and not get caught. Very suspicious though.

Just to be clear where the empathy ends for me in that song is “it takes where you’re not just to remember where you’re from.”

For me it would be rather “where you belong.”

I’m pretty bored of the “differences in our cultures” game. Whether it is between china and us or any other country and us. Because I kinda feel at the end of the day, I prefer America.

Which is why I really related to Novel Idea lyrics “I wouldn’t say I’m patriotic but I guess that’s what I’ve become.”

I had the same epiphany. Uranus.

Dammit china. Right after I wrote the last post I wanted to confirm what one of the girls (at the factory) told me - that gay marriage was legal in China.

Well it’s not. (And I asked her if she was very sure.)

1. Goes to show how unclear people here are about their own laws.

2. Or it goes to show how little many laws here are heeded.

Meta-thorn: not quite sure this makes sense since not quite sure the last post got through. Which is part of the terrible Internet thorn.

I’m spending 5 days in China visiting our new factory.

Rose: Awesome professional experience.

Thorn: I miss home (that includes my cat, my bed, and my roommates, in that order.)

Rose: my hotel room has a relatively ergonomic bathtub. (I can straighten my legs and the water covers most of me. I’m a simple girl. )

Thorn: can’t go on Facebook, Netflix, or YouTube.

Rose: I learned that gay marriage is legal in China. No to Facebook. Yes to gay marriage. Interesting.

Thorn: It’s lonely

Rose: Bonding with my boss. I love my boss pretty equally as much as I hated my old boss. No. More. I have zero criticism.

Rose: Love printing. Love making wallpaper. Love manufacturing. I DONT CARE I LOVE IT.

Thorn: I realllllllly miss home. And to be exact, first I wrote “realllllllllllllllly”, but that would be exaggerating.