Of the movies I listed in the previous post, the best post-movie discussion (over red wine and pasta) was about Zoo. It was fascinating to me, because I love animals (no, I'm not Zoo), but didn't have a problem with the issue that seemed to be concerning my friend.
We talked about it for a bit -- the fact that in some cases, consent would have to be assumed or the act would not have been, uh, consumated and my assertion that animals have a different view of sex than humans have. It doesn't seem to carry the same weight/importance/baggage as human sex. How do I know this? Hmm. I guess I don't. I guess I've digested one too many National Geographic Special where the resident animal expert has the nads to tell me what the animals are thinking and why they do the things they do. As if.
And then there's the question of whether animals engage in reacreational sex or just procreational. We know for a fact that Bonobos do, what about other animals?As I write this, Cougar is cleaning himself. I don't even wanna go there.
So consent, I guess, may be the real issue here. As it is with humans. What a complicated world we live in.
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- This is me and one of my two cats. His name is Cougar, and he’s an F1 Chausie. A chausie is a new breed of cat under development. Chausies are the result of a cross between a domestic cat (in Cougar’s case, a Bengal) and a jungle cat (Felis Chaus). Cougar’s mom is 8 pounds and his father is a 30-pound jungle cat. He’s about 16 pounds, super intelligent, spirited, and toilet trained. A writer without a cat (or two) is not to be trusted.