Firstly, no. I’m. not. going. to. shoot. anyone (I don’t think Johnny Cash was really going to shoot anyone he caught burning ‘his’ flag either). It was a spot of hyperbole. Sometimes ya realy need to spell things out on these boards. However, if I did catch anybody trying to hurt/kill one of my cats, that person could reasonably expect a punch on the nose. That isn’t hyperbole. Though, if you want to believe I’m a “dangerous nutcase”, go right ahead.
The other thing worth pointing out is that I’m not a ‘townie’ by nature. Although I live in the city now. I have shot kangaroos, wallabies, rabbits, foxes, and yes… cats. Feral ones that is, way out in the back of nowhere. I have shot animals that are in plague numbers destroying crops (there are many more 'roos and wallabies here than when European settlers first arrived), and others that destroy the native ecology (the rabbits fall into both groups). I have assisted in the human slaughter of farm animals. I’ve done all this without batting an eyelid, but I have never hunted for the heck of it, and I would NEVER poison an animal, as I believe that is barbaric.
I fully understand the incredible harm cats have done on the ecology of my country. It would be far better if there weren’t any cats here to start with. But they’re here, and they’re a part of our culture. My own cats aren’t out destroying native marsupial populations - sad fact is here in Sydney my cats’ ancestors many, many, many generations removed probably already took care of that. I’m in the middle of suburbia. The ecology here is comprised mostly of introduced pests, and my cats do kill introduced mouse species. I have never seen my cats (only one of them now actually if you read my above posts) stray further than one house away. This, of course, isn’t to say many cats do indeed roam, but for whatever reason the one cat I own that leaves my property does so infrequently and keeps close.
So, as stated before, I have two options:
- Let my cats stay in my backyard, which they love.
2… Keep my cats indoors and miserable just to avoid the possibility of one of them spending what is probably only a few minutes a week on my neighbour’s property, and avoiding making that neighbour upset, when that neighbour’s FIRST ACTION was to poison one of my cats, rather than shooing it off, or calling animal control, or even trapping my cat, or EVEN knocking on my door and saying, “I say old bean, we do seem to have a bit of a bally ol’ problem here with this fine animal of yours.” No, I’m not going out of my way to please this neighbour. My only other experience of him was when I introduced myself the day we moved in next door to him. He just kinda grunted. SO. FUCK. HIM. Once more for the dummies: this guy killed my cat. Why should I be nice to him?
As for those offended by the toddler example, lets take it the other way and use an inanimate object. Let’s say I lose control of my car coming home one night, and that I end up driving it into my neighbour’s front yard. The accident, down to bald tyres blowing out or whatever, is totally my fault. My car messes up my neighbour’s flowerbeds (the automotive equivalent of crapping in them). Does the neighbour have a right to be upset? Yep. Does he have a right to take certain actions agains me? Yep. Are there defined legal processes for those actions? Yep. Now, does he have the right to douse my car in petrol and set fire to it, seeing as it’s on his property and all? No bloody way. So how is it different with cats?
What I don’t get, and will never get, about these threads on this board is that on one hand, if you don’t keep your own cats indoors, feeding them caviar out of silver bowls, and generally anthropomorphising the living crap out of the poor buggers, then you are a wickedly cruel monster, but on the other hand it’s fine to poison other people’s cats, leaving them to die an agonising foaming-at-the-mouth death. I stand by my position on cats as being relatively moderate.
I wish my cats to enjoy a bit of sunlight. The only person negatively affected by this is one grumpy old neighbour who has proven himself to be a complete arsehole, and the effect on that neighbour is marginal. Really, if you knew this old bloke, you could excuse me for purchasing a chimpanzee and training it to go next door and shit on his doorstep. Come to think of it, why bother with the chimp… 