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Monday, 30 May 2005
Cruelty to Animals
Topic: Nature and Our World
I believe all other creatures have as much right to live as we do. Last Thursday evening, as we left my daughter's house; I saw a frog in the middle of the road I was about to turn into. Along came a car - oh, no - straight over it. Amazingly it hopped again so, disregarding the pouring rain, I leapt out of the car, scooped up my prince in disguise and carried him to safety. This afternoon, I spotted a large bird in the garden, a baby rook! There is a nest in the huge walnut tree in next door's garden. The rooks had been dive-bombing a cat earlier in the morning so, that was the reason, a fledgling in distress. Out I went. He fluttered up and down the garden and cowered in a corner. I picked him up easily; he felt cold and a bit thin. Nevertheless, I tried my best and threw it up into the air - if he landed on a branch, he could be fed by his anxious parents and might succeed in flying properly.

So, you can imagine my indignation when I read what had happened to a poor cat. Shot in the chest with an airgun and severely kicked! What harm had that animal ever done to the thug who attacked her! Earlier in the year, there was a spate of attacks against cats in Bognor Regis and Chichester. One poor creature even had its tail cut off. What makes people do such cruel things to trusting and friendly animals? I can understand, but not condone, a young child pulling off a spider's legs or throwing stones at squirrels and birds; they need to be taught to respect nature. But an adult or sub-adult shooting a pet cat for no reason at all is the lowest of the low!

Posted by Noviomagus at 16:36 BST Post Comment | View Comments (1) | Permalink

Monday, 30 May 2005 - 21:10 BST

Name: doubledog

Statistics about children who make a practice of cruelty to small animals shows that later in life they have a strong tendency to want to murder their fellow man. Even a parent not interested in animal welfare should take Junior's cruelty to the cat very seriously as a harbinger of horrible things to come. The other night I watched a documentary about an apparently model young man who at age 19 went on a killing spree. He carefully planned killing after killing. Searching for indicators to this tendency in his childhood, researchers found that he enjoyed killing squirrels, cats, birds, gerbils, hamsters, guinea pigs, and dogs in extra painful, slow ways. Asked why he did the awful things that eventually won him life in prison, he replied, "Because it's fun. I like to. And I'm good at it. And I got away with it for a long time. It wasn't anything personal, you know, all in good fun like when I was a little kid and killed cats and dogs."

In contrast, my father was extremely soft hearted toward animals. Once, coming home late down a country lane in a driving rain, he accidentally ran over a ground hog, got out to look, saw that he'd killed the thing and that it was a nursing mother. He came home and got a flashlight and shovel, went back, scoured the road margins until he found the hole, dug up the one live baby. He brought it home and my mother raised it using a doll baby bottle. It was a house pet for a while until it got too big. Then it became a terrible pest in the garden, eating beans and lettuces. My grandmother got into a war with my father about the wretched little animal and called my dad a fool for being so soft hearted. He said something I've never forgotten, "Very likely you're right. However, from time to time everyone does foolish things. I prefer to err on the side of being too kind a fool rather than too practical a fool."

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