I read about them and what they've done. My blood pressure rises, my heart breaks for the poor critters. I want to cry, and often I break down and do cry. I can't imagine anyone being that cruel to anything, let alone a helpless animal.
Like I said, thankfully, I've never met anyone like this. The only time I came close was when I thought there were boys in the side yard going after cats with a baseball bat, the yowling was so bad. I immediately ran downstairs and grabbed the biggest club I could find from the hot tub room and made my way outside in my PJ's, ready to do REAL damage to the boys.
Turns out, it was a male tom cat who had a kitten treed, and the kitten was screaming bloody murder. Since there was only one kit, I'm assuming the others fell victim to one or more feral toms in the neighborhood. As I ran off the tom, I stood under the branch and tried to coo at the kitten to get him to come down. Well, he came down, alright... right on top of my head... all four feet splayed and claws out! I never even thought about trying to find a home for that kitten. He had one right with me, until he died 13 years later of a hellacious tumor. One of the best damned cats I ever had; looked like a beige panther. Still miss him to this day. Know what I named him? Peaches!!!! What else do you call something so sweet falling from a tree like that? (LOL)
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