My thanks to the author for granting permission to share this.
Nota bene: I am not at present owned by cats myself, but the analogy was too good to pass up.
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"My LJ is my online house. If someone knocks on the door they are most likely to find me at home here. I welcome visitors that aren't trying to sell me something. Some visitors I invite inside, some I don't. My choice.
My house has a fenced yard with a large and varied garden that I maintain. I enjoy gardening and like planting new flowers to see how they will grow. The gate is open so that anyone can lounge on the lawn, examine the garden, or even plant something at the edge of the beds. People visiting my garden are welcome to take pictures and introduce others to it.
My house, like my fence, has a door. Unlike the gate, this door is closed. Guests knock or are invited in. Friends have keys. Inside my house there are many rooms. On the ground floor there is a library, a fireplace lounge, a dining room, and a kitchen, all connected by open archways. Any who have entered through the door are welcome to read, cook, chat, eat, admire the art, or pet the cats.
Up the stairs there is a hallway of closed doors that those who party below may not open unless invited. These are reserved for individual keys and the locks may change, as if managed by mischievous gremlins. The cats enter and leave at will, because they are cats.
There are some that say, "All that can be seen is public", but this is not so. There are some that say, "Doors are an outrage and fences immoral", but this is not so. This is my home and I maintain it. The fences and doors keep the health of the whole. Those placed outside the house may still play in the garden. Those placed outside the fence may still look at the garden even if they are no longer able to rip up flowers or piss on the carpet.
I seek to be a good host and a good gardener. I entertain, feed, plant, weed, and bounce. The party guests change as the party does. The garden grows, welcomes the next season, and remembers the last. This is a shared endeavour and a living project."
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