Why on earth I searched the term “Cat Stew” in Google Images is beyond me, but I did it, and I’m happy I did, because it brought me to this picture, and more importantly, to this blog post (Holli’s Ramblings):

Trying to explain to a Ghanaian that some families in Europe and the West actually view cats and dogs as a family member… [is] as difficult as it is for me to explain to people back in Canada, that in Ghana, cats are viewed no differently than chickens, and are killed, prepared and eaten in much the same way.

Sometimes in life we are truly humbled by things that we experience. This is one of those times. I’m an armchair revolutionary, speaking out against cats from a safe, secure location. Ghanaian diners eat cat stew out in the open, for fun, next to a sign painted with a cat head in a stew. That’s serious.

One thing is for sure, I can never go to Ghana for fear of looking like a total poser. I would feel like a yellow belt stumbling in to a room full of ninjas, or someone from Fox News visiting the BBC.