IT IS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING how fast a stray cat can become a spoiled cat.Is the same thing true of dogs, and horses, and, horror of horrors, humans? Stray cat camps on your doorstep, so you give it a little food. Soon, it wants more.
Next time the kitten doesn't seem to enjoy the food quite as much, so you decide to try something else, another kind of food, maybe something a bit more expensive, or a bit tastier. And, at this moment, you have, by accident, begun the process we call "spoilage".
Next time the same ole cat food just aint good enough anymore. Now, its gotta be, it absolutely must be the slightly better variety that was offered, belatedly, at the end of the previous feeding. The cycle has begun. Spoilage has set in.
what was a cold, hungry homeles stray just a few short nights ago is now entitled royalty, asleep on the softest chair.
My own behavior at a food fuffett astounds me, or used to. I got out of the habit of attending, as i grew older and wiser. I recall struggling to my feet, and staggering back to the food bar, for...just..one...more plate full....
but why? what's the point? I was already full, beyond full, before the last plate full. Eating for the sake of the sheer enjoyment of eating? Is it true about the ancient roman aristocracy, the patricians, and their "regurgitoriums"?
Pleasure seeking little creaturs that we are, its hard to know where to start, and where to stop. The successful people simply put themsleves on a rigid system of required sacrifice and denial, and usually end up with the first place trophy.
The rest of us muddle along, asbestos we can, poisoning ourselves, and not even caring, because it feels so good.
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