I think anti-catness runs deeper than anti-dogness. I have loudly proclaimed on more than one occasion that I hated “dogs”, when in reality I hate(d) but a single dog (who is not dead yet @&)(@*#&!!!). I mean, as anti-dog as people get, I think they’d feed Lassie if he tilted his head at them that way.
Anti-catness … hooeee! I once read an article about a varmint rifle. Now, for the uninitiated I’ll point out that varmint rifles are a real category of rifle - a gun you use to shoot creatures you don’t want to eat, at long ranges (I only point that out since a lot of people think “varmint” is a joke word, but people do use it seriously - almost as a term of art). Anyway, so the guy who wrote this article wrote something like, I’ve used this model of rifle to kill skunks, woodchucks, crows, and even housecats that wandered onto my property. The article made me more sad than angry; I just thought of all the cat owners who could only look around the house wondering where their septic-clawed lap-warmers had gotten to, and must have concluded the worst.
Anyway, the point is, people who don’t like dogs just think, “Oh, heck, there’s another slobbery sycophant who might try to tear my achilles tendons out with its enourmous fangs.” They don’t usually want them exterminated. Actually, I’ve never heard anyone say they wanted dogs exterminated; I’ve heard several people seriously calling for the induced extinction of housecats for a variety of reasons:
“They’re stupid.” Smarter than most plants, though. Can I pour a little agent orange on your garden to get rid of the stupidest species that inhabit it?
“They kill native songbirds.” So convincing people to let you shoot their cats is going to be easier than having them shut the screen door?
“They make me sneeze.” How about we just exterminate your sinuses?
“They couldn’t survive on their own in the wild.” Awwright buddy, strip naked and run out into the woods. I’ll release a bunch of genetically-engineered who outweigh you by a factor of eight (they won’t hurt you! They just want to play), and I’ll shoot you with my varmint rifle if you come onto my property. You’ll have to subsist on native songbirds (no English sparrows or starlings for you!) and rodents. If you die, there will be serious calls for extermination of your species.