I wish I could say that it was the EBF my sister suffered that really put her over the edge of sanity... but the truth is, she really is the same nutball she always was. Recently she bought a dog dress. As if that wasn't bad enough..... she bought it for her cat. Lily Here is Lily before being subjected to the horror that was to come. Just chillin on her cat tree. Minding her own business.
When suddenly.... she is apprehended. Held against her will and dressed.
In a dog dress.
A pink dog dress.
How could I stand there and watch this atrocity without intervening on her behalf?
It was a moral dilemma.
But after much soul searching I realized that it isn't the job of journalists as myself to judge or to interfere.
It is our job to accurately portray real life.
Sometimes really really weird real life. We document. We don't engage.
We stand aside. Apart. Isolated.
And we remember that what does not kill us,
makes us stronger.
Forgive me, Lily.......