More scientific evidence has surfaced to show that while mittens may be your sweet angel, letting her roam outside is also a big threat to biodiversity.
More scientific evidence has surfaced to show that while mittens may be your sweet angel, letting her roam outside is also a big threat to biodiversity.
I don’t give a shit about your cat, you could have the healthiest, happiest, best-cared-for, or the sickliest, most miserable, abused and neglected cat in history, that’s between you and your cat and effects no one else.
I care about the environment, which is and should be everyone’s shared concern and responsibility to care for. Allowing your cat to run free outside is no different than throwing your fast food trash outside. It affects everyone, and while one or even a few people doing it might not make a significant difference by themselves, it’s a death by a thousand cuts, and you’re one of the people holding a knife
Cool, didn’t read it, bye.
If you didn’t care about what we’re saying as much as you’re pretending not to, you wouldn’t bother replying at all. I think you know you’re in the wrong but you’re too stubborn to admit it or change anything about yourself.
That’s a common fallacy.
Not every cat is the same. I currently own two murder machines. Any pest in the house is a dead pest. If one doesn’t get it, the other one will.
Our third cat can’t catch his own breath. He wheezes just rolling over.
While all three are indoor only, I have allowed others to go outside and they proved to be completely ineffectual hunters.
One really wanted to catch crows. I mean really, it was like she could taste it. She would also start stalking them from 50 feet away and the crows would just look at her like “Are you serious right now?” She never did get remotely close to catching anything. Probably for the best, the crows would have kicked her ass.
Her littermate was convinced dead leaves on the ground were helpless animals. I think fluttering in the wind and the tail like stems. He’d do the chatter talk at them and then bring them in the house and deposit them in the living room. “I killed it!” Yes, good boy.