When Cliff read that entry he said, "You are going to get some hate mail."
Part of the reason he said that is that I've told him about the negativity some people have toward Ree Drummond, the Pioneer Woman.
She has been criticized because, on their huge ranch, calves are castrated and branded. Some people, folks who know nothing about cattle, think that's cruel because it is painful to the animal. Those folks just don't know what it takes to run a huge cattle operation. I won't take time to tell you what a mess things would be if all the bull calves weren't castrated. Of course, many of the same people think it's terrible that the Drummonds get paid by the government for keep wild horses on their ranch, not even considering the fact that SOMEBODY is going to be paid for keeping them. I figure it may as well be Ladd Drummond.
So, Cliff was afraid I would come under the same kind of scrutiny for having him shoot a cat that was suffering. I told him that I truly didn't think that would be a problem, but I would deal with it if it happened; it helps that I don't have two hundred thousand readers. It usually depends on the spirit in which the criticism is given whether I take offense of not. For instance: A couple of years ago I showed a picture of our mobile home in the snow and entitled the entry, "My Home, in the Snow". Someone from Kansas City who was too cowardly to leave his name said, "Home? It's a F***ing double-wide"!
Well, it's even more humble than that, because it's a single-wide. I did delete the comment because it made me feel bad. I also thought, "What a pitiful person, who thinks home can't be a mobile home or a cave or a shack or wherever someone lives, as long as they love being there."
I've always had a feeling I know which blogger made that comment, but I will never know for sure.
But for the most part, I have had very few negative comments. One reader let me know she was disappointed that I use pesticides in my garden, but went on to say the reason for her concern was my well-being. I did not delete her comments.
What I am so proud of is the fact that I have only received friendly and sympathetic comments about Suzie's death. My readers are the best.
I liked having three cats, and I would love a replacement for Suzie. However, God sent me the ones I have, and I will wait until He personally sends me another. I wasn't looking for a cat when she showed up, but Mamma Kitty adopted me and stole my heart. She and her kids were absolutely perfect for me: They didn't climb on window screens and tear them up. They only hang around the front door in the morning when it's time for me to feed them. If some other stray shows up and acts in just the right manner, I will know that's my cat. Otherwise, two perfect cats will do.