Two horrendous stories about cats
in the news recently make me think we may want to rethink our relationship with
them.
The first was the story out of
Portland, Oregon. A vicious, or possibly just cranky, 22-pound cat attacked a
7-month-old baby and then, when the parents objected, (actually the dad kicked
the cat) the feline went on a rampage, hissing, snarling, and chasing the
family, forcing them to barricade themselves in a bedroom.
Fortunately, they were able to call
911 and request emergency help from the police. The father's conversation with
the dispatcher was filled with sheepishness and self-awareness about the
absurdity of the situation.
After the catastrophe, and the
police had tricked the cat into a dog catcher’s crate, the family refused to
let it be carted off to the pound for disposal, but instead said they would
keep the cat and seek therapy for it.
The baby suffered only minor
scratches and bite marks. "Heh, heh, no problem, we'll just get the cat to
therapy. He only attacked our
baby!!
Two observations. Is this a place
for Child Protective Services to intervene? I think even most cat lovers draw
the line at baby mauling. And two, this could only happen in Portland. Where
all creatures should have the benefits of psychotherapy.
The second semi-cataclysm is a
whale of a story. Literally. The cat fecal bacteria toxoplasmosis has been
found in beluga whales. Seems the Inuit people on the shores of the arctic have
adopted cats as one of the trappings of modernization. And the cat feces is
washing into the sea. Toxoplasmosis has been scientifically shown to alter
mood, and make infected people feel more favorable to cats.
Now whales.
Next selection in the cat-alogue:
world domination.
Here human human, here human
human...
America, ya gotta love it.
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