Aug 19, 2004 16:43
I'm not, by nature, a cat person. Frankly, I prefer the sloppy kisses of my dog (or whatever guy I'm seeing at the time) to the sandpaper tongue of a cat ... but even this instance gets my bristles up. Sure, if it were a rat or a spider or something nasty I could care less, but come on people, this is a cat ... a household pet.
I'm sitting wireless on the union patio and some insensitive asshole unloaded a kitten in the vicinity and it's scared shitless and hiding behind a grating on the Fifth Ave side. Ploys of milk and cat food may or may not be working to lure it out, but ultimately, who will care for it? More than likely, it'll get dumped at a shelter and be passed up for adoption and then disposed of in some (humane way).
Better it were drowned in a bucket shortly after birth and used for stew than to live life for a few short months and then get dumped in some Dickensian Animal Orphanage.
I want to find the person who left this poor defenseless creature here and beat them one good. It's bad enough when it's a kid, but an animal? Give me a break.