I watched a very sweet video yesterday of a little boy called Luiz Antonio questioning why we eat meat. There’s really no messing around with all the ins, outs and intricacies of the subject in question.
I loved how straightforward his argument was;
“I don’t like that they die, I like that they stay standing up. These animals, you gotta take care of them..and not eat them!”
That being said, I am not vegetarian myself. However, I was vegan for about a year and a half as an experiment for myself. The aim was to give myself more of a challenge when cooking meals and force myself to think outside of the box a little more, not to mention I also find the thought of spookily reared meat incredibly offputting. I think when you see a chicken being sold for a couple of quid it’s time to step back and question how supermarket chains are able to sell meat that cheaply whilst simultaneously making a considerable profit from it. It’s definitely steeped in inhumane practices. The thought of eating something that has been pumped full of hormones in order to encourage fast growth, is enough to make me want to cut out the meat and bulk buy some lentils instead.
eet Lily. When I go back to Lisburn to see my mum and dad I always like getting to see my furry white friend again. Don’t worry, I am not being racist. Lily is our lovely fluffy white cat!
Here she is when she was a kitten.
Although you can’t see it here, she had huge bright blue eyes. Adorable does not begin to describe it.
She slept a lot of the time, but when something is as cute as that it is somehow okay, apart from the fact you lose so much time just staring in disbelief at the cuteness that lies before you. These days she is more active and is always running about to the point where she is occasionally nowhere to be found, and you know, I think she’s grown to be a little cheeky too. According to the neighbours she would sometimes peek inside their cat flap, get the dogs attention, then recline outside their front door to taunt the poor thing! I don’t think she’d be so cocky if the cat flap were larger.
After her escapades she always eventually makes an appearance though and comes in to take a nap in the warmth. What a cutie.
There’s just something about a sleeping cat, that makes a house feel that little bit more homely, don’t you think?