I'm a bit of an animal lover myself, particularly chicken and prawns.
But, as every sensible person knows, there are limits. And those limits are smashed to oblivion when someone makes a facebook page for their cat.
It may be a bit sexist to say it but I can't imagine a bloke doing it either. A, my eldest, has created one for their cat, something I excuse entirely because she's my daughter and therefore normal rules don't apply. But adults? No way Mr Mourinho.
So the other day, when I received a facebook friend request from a cat, I rejected it quickly and efficiently, like James Bond killing a bit part villain, not the main bad guy of course, that's a much bigger deal. I don't mean that I killed the cat though, even I wouldn't have done that.
If I owned an elephant I'd start a facebook page for him though, that would be cool, though arguably cruel to own an elephant. Particularly in Kingston, Surrey. But I do have a spare room, so maybe we could make it work.
It's a funny old thing. As a child my Dad and his family used to own a working elephant. For as long as I can recall he's regaled us and his granddaughters with nice grandfatherly stories of the elephant, of the things it did and what they got up to. It's a bit like a Sri Lankan version of Skippy the Kangaroo or Lassie; totally engrossing. I've always intended to write a post or two to tell you about them but never got around to it.
Those days, probably sixty or even seventy years ago, a family in Gampola having a working elephant was I suppose quite normal, maybe even a bit enviable. It's funny isn't is, how it would be so wrong now to so many, how we've become much more aware of the world around us, of the welfare of animals and the natural world.
Just some thoughts.
Have a grand weekend out there!