Airline crews aren’t allowed to leave a cat without food or water for 16 hours, either. In fact there are policies (and laws, most likely) in place to prevent such things from happening.
It’s not about the cats; it’s about deliberate cruelty for no good reason. She could have stomped a pigeon and I’d have the same concern about her mental state.
You seem to be forgetting the main difference between being in a garbage bin and being in an animal carrier…the carrier provides safety. The bin could be picked up at any moment, dumped into a garbage compacter, and the cat would be killed when it came down on its head. That’s what the bins are for. To be picked up and dumped into those trucks. So there was a very good chance the cat could have been killed.
There is no comparison, IMO. Animal carriers for travel don’t have the same percentage of death behind them.
There are a few friendly cats in our neighbourhood - they’re obviously family pets that are allowed to wander free (they would come right up to us and start mewling for petting). In one case, we watched the cat weave back and forth across the street - I’m guessing that cat won’t be long for this world.
I know the Daily Mail isn’t the best place to get a balanced view of Britain, but I do wonder whether Facebook and the like are going to lead us to a society of mob rule.
I’d doubt it, really. You wouldn’t do that to a cat you know and are on good terms with, and if she knew and was on bad terms with the cat, the cat wouldn’t have let her pet it. You can often pet and tickle strange kitties if you don’t chase after them. Not feral/unsocialized ones, but ones who are accustomed to receiving love/food/security from humans and don’t perceive your behavior as threatening.
All three of the cats we’ve had as adults were gotten when random strangers picked them up. The first was offered to a former roommate by her then-owners when she came up to him for petting on the sidewalk. The second was picked up as a wandering stray when she approached a client on the sidewalk. (I kind of suspect she had a home and was just out for a jaunt when this lady picked her up, but if so the owners didn’t care enough about her to answer the ads and reclaim her.) The third was found as an injured barely-weaned kitten by a road crew and brought in to get checked out.
Hell, we’d only been in our house six hours when the neighbors’ little cat climbed our patio wall and decided she was hanging out with me. Another random cat tried repeatedly to break into our house last fall. Actually, he succeeded once–just walked right in with someone who was coming in, and acted so much like he belonged here that she assumed he was our cat. Turns out he belongs to my boss and tries this with a lot of people in the neighborhood.
What I wouldn’t give to find this cunt and stick her in a 5’ x 5’ metal box for 12 hours, with no access to food or water, and very little air, her only being able to be released by relying upon the kindness of strangers. And I’d like to stick a night vision camera and microphone in the box so I could watch her writhe and hear her agonized screams in real time.
Well, that, and “I thought it would be funny to put the cat in the bin.” That’s the sort of humor one tends to associate with people who can’t yet buy alcohol.