A family's capacity to foster 7 kittens and their mother, in addition to its own cat, dog, and bird, indicates an abundance of resources for developing and sustaining life. The chaos that ensues brings such an abundance into question: should we really have fostered these cats or not? How many cats does one need? How many cats need how many of us? They tear shit up; they seem to threaten abundance and prod at its limits. Their presence reminds me of the foundations on which our abundance rests, which seem shaky. What began as the necessity of survival grew over the years with career and opportunity and circumstance and TV. Now everyone occupies different rooms, and while out shopping, no one moderates the cat on cat interaction. New boots for a very cold winter. Accusatory disgust at such isolated events, and no time or place to sit down together and talk or think. A modern household which seems designed around the TV room. Come home and go straight to the couch. At least the cats stop running around and shredding to cuddle with each other.
Abundance, but now for what - more abundance? It feels like we are somewhere out there, far away, with an abundance of cats and resources to support them, but something else seems to be missing - some sense of wholeness or unity, and yet we operate at a stressful emotional capacity - Add more. Anger over the ripped ottoman and reupholstered, antique chairs. The mystery of the bank account.
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