They’re cute and cuddly and make great subjects for funny videos on YouTube. Plus, they taste like chicken.
Okay, I don’t know about that last part. But little kitties grow up to be mean old tomcats or pussycats.
Kittens, despite however cute they may be, are nothing little toms or little pussies.
And sometimes it seems like we’re becoming a nation of kittens. And it’s not cute.
For example, when I was in high school, back in the 1970s, high school teams would play football in the rain. On November 27, 1976, there was a game played in Albany where there was so much rain, one end of the field was unplayable. On one series, the official set the ball down for play, then walked away. The ball started to float off. The official stayed with the ball until the center approached from that point on.
Later in the game, a punted ball hit and didn’t bounce. It never touched the ground. It hit the water and bobbed.
No, I’m not making any of this up. I was at that game, and it was wet and miserable. And fun.
This week, though, in southeast Georgia, several high school teams moved their football games from Friday night (tonight) to Thursday night (last night).
Why? Because there’s a hurricane on track to hit North Carolina. And they don’t want to play in nasty weather.
What a bunch of kittens.
Back on September 21, 1989, with Hurricane Hugo bearing down on the Georgia/South Carolina coast, Statesboro’s Georgia Southern College (now University) hosted their first night game. It was windy and wet. Four inches of rain fell during the game. The rain was falling sideways. I was there, and it was absolutely fun.
Today, they wouldn’t play that game. Because people are a bunch of kittens.
We have too many kittens. They’re everywhere and making decisions for us.
We need to be able to play football in the rain.
Those kittens? They need to be spayed or neutered.