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Friday, June 15, 2018

Jeany Finally Finds the Lasting Home and Compassionate Care Denied Her by Her Irresponsible and Grossly Negligent Owner at -- of All Places! -- a Shelter in Hemmingen

Jeany Has Lived at a Shelter for the Past Eight Years

"Tiere wie Jeany haben ihre 'Macken' ihrem Halter zu verdanken."
-- Hände für Pfoten

Jeany has had a hard life and from all indications it would appear that her troubles began as soon as she entered this world. Since absolutely nothing has been publicly divulged about the circumstances surrounding her birth it is not possible, however, to arrive at any firm conclusions regarding her pedigree, mother, and siblings.

Nevertheless, given that she was adopted in 2006 while still a kitten by an unidentified elderly woman, that lends itself to speculation that she very well could have been either abandoned for one reason or another or dumped at a shelter. She also could have been born in the wild and then orphaned.

Regardless of the circumstances, she in all probability was taken away from her mother at far too early an age. Ideally, kittens should spend at least six months or longer with their mothers because only they are able to provide them with the nourishment, constant grooming, and protection that they need and require. Later on when they are a bit older, they supervise their explorations of their environment, their playing, and even sometimes discipline them whenever they become too aggressive.

Siblings also play a huge role in each other's development. In particular, they not only provide constant companionship and amusement for each other but it is through being part of such a family that they acquire the social skills that they are going to need in order to successfully get along with all the other felines that are destined to walk in and out of their lives over the years.

In Jeany's case she was, figuratively speaking, thrown from the frying pan into the fire in that her guardian was unwilling to properly care for her. Even the woman's motives in adopting her were suspect in that she appears to have been almost exclusively preoccupied with what the brownish and gray female could do for her as opposed to fulfilling her custodial duties to the young kitten.

C'est-à-dire, she adopted Jeany so as to ease the pangs of her loneliness. As is the case with hoarding, it often is difficult under such circumstances to determine exactly where love leaves off and need takes over, but regardless of where that line is drawn the determining factor is always whether or not the needs of the cat have been met and with Jeany that most definitely was not the case.

First of all, whether through neglect or a lack of money, the woman failed to provide her with veterinary care and as a result she never was either vaccinated or spayed. The woman also never taught her how to properly use a litter box and that in turn led to the development of unsanitary conditions as well as an infestation of fleas.

Since the woman apparently resided alone, Jeany also never was afforded an opportunity to lose her ingrained fear of humans. That deplorable situation went unrectified for four long years until finally in 2010 the woman belatedly telephoned Hände für Pfoten (HfP) in the Arnum section of Hemmingen, six kilometers south of Hannover in Niedersachsen, and asked the charity to come and take her away.

Those who work with cats on a regular basis can sometimes be lulled into thinking that they have seen it all but HfP was hardly prepared for the dreadful conditions that it found in the woman's home. "Der Anblick und der Geruch der Wohnung war ubeschreiblich," the organization was later to swear November 21, 2017 on its web site.  (See "Jeany: bei uns zu Hause" under Aktuelles.)

As horrendous as it was, the condition of the woman's dwelling paled in comparison to what had been done to Jeany. Having been cruelly sentenced to spend the first four years of her life under unhygienic conditions where she was systematically deprived of the society of other cats and humans had led to such a build-up of accumulated sexual frustration and aggression that she was now a "durch den Wind."

About the only thing positive that could be said for her is that she nevertheless had somehow managed to stay alive for all those years and that in turn strongly implies that her derelict owner surely must have been providing her with some sort of sustenance. How much and of what quality is pretty much anyone's guess.

The quick, easy, and cheap solution would have been to have liquidated her on the spot but, just as it was later destined to do with another abused and emotionally damaged cat named Tinka, that never was an option as far as HfP was concerned. (See Cat Defender post of May 25, 2018 entitled "Emotionally Scarred and No Longer Young but Still Every Bit as Beautiful as Ever, Tinka Is Seeking the Permanent Home That Has Eluded Her Throughout Her Turbulent Life.")

Jeany Is Making the Best of Her Troubled Life

At HfP's shelter, Jeany was immediately sterilized, vaccinated, and medicated. Although the nature of the treatment that she received has not been disclosed, it nevertheless is safe to assume that she was, at the very least, dusted for fleas and other parasites as well as dewormed. Blood, urinary, and fecal samples also may have been taken and analyzed in a search for less obvious maladies.

Leider, by that time the psychological damage inflicted upon her by her previous owner looked to be irreversible. In particular, her fear of humans had become so ingrained that she would only allow the charity's Kerstin Küster to touch her and that made placing her in another home a very risky proposition.

With time, work, and the right caretaker the psychological damage done to Jeany possibly could have been undone but HfP instead elected to allow her to live out her remaining years at its shelter. That decision most likely was predicated upon the absence of anyone willing to invest the enormous amount of time and effort that socializing her would have entailed.

The risk of traumatizing her even further by subjecting her to a series of failed adoptions also likely factored into HfP's decision. That, for example, is precisely the cruel fate that has befallen an elderly tom named Harvey from Keighley in West Yorkshire. (See Cat Defender posts of August 31, 2017 and March 12, 2018 entitled, respectively, "With His Previous Owner Long Dead and Nobody Seemingly Willing to Give Him a Second Chance at Life, Old and Ailing Harvey Has Been Sentenced to Rot at a Shelter in Yorkshire" and "Much Like a Nightmare That Stubbornly Refuses to End, Harvey Continues to Be Shuttled from One Home to Another at the Expense of His Health and Well-Being.")

Not a great deal has been revealed concerning Jeany's new life other than that she has access to the shelter's garden as well as her own sleeping place in the business office. Somewhat surprisingly considering her rather cloistered background, she is said to get along well with the charity's other cats and dogs.

"Heute geht es ihr gut!" HfP declared in the November 21, 2017 article cited supra. Given that she has spent the last eight years of her life there and is now twelve years old, the shelter would appear to be all that he is destined to ever see and know of this world.

That in itself is sad but she is unquestionably far better off at HfP than she was in her previous home. Moreover, she is far from being an isolated case in that numerous cats, such as Tilly of Wednesbury in the West Midlands, have lived just about all of their lives at either sanctuaries or shelters. (See Cat Defender post of May 27, 2016 entitled "Snubbed by an Ignorant, Tasteless, and Uncaring Public for the Past Twenty-One Years, Tilly Has Forged an Alternative Existence of Relative Contentment at a Sanctuary in the Black Country.")

The amount of time that she is caged is a concern but since she has access to the garden and the business office that is a pretty good indication that HfP is limiting her time behind bars to a minimum. Another concern is that the charity possibly could be exploiting her as a blood donor.

For example, Nine Lives Foundation's Feline Well-Care Clinic in Redwood City, California, has unjustly incarcerated an orange and white male named Christopher and steadfastly refuses to place him in a new home for that very reason. Although he does not suffer from any known behavioral and psychological idiosyncrasies, he does have Type B blood flowing in his veins and since it is only found in five per cent of all cats that makes him far too valuable to be adopted out.

Due to multiple sedations, the constant shaving away of fur in order to locate veins, and the bruising and inflammation that occurs at such sites, it is risky and painful for cats to donate blood. Even more alarming, both blood pressure and heart rates drop precipitately during such procedures thereby necessitating the administration of intravenous fluids afterwards.

Cats repeatedly robbed of their blood also are prone to developing chronic anemia. (See Cat Defender post of November 13, 2010 entitled "Christopher, Who Has Persevered Through Tragedy and Given Back So Much, Is Now Being Held Captive for His Valuable Blood.")

Although such naked exploitation of cats is more commonly associated with veterinary clinics, wildlife refuges, and zoos, it is not unheard of for shelters to engage in it as well. The one thing that Jeany has going for herself in that regard is that the ranks of donors are usually restricted to cats between the ages of one and eight. That does not preclude the possibility, however, that she may been used as a donor earlier during her stay at HfP.

In addition to sparing Jeany's life and providing her with a place to live, the world is in HfP's debt for setting the record straight in regard to exactly who is responsible for the tragic plight of cats like her. "Lebensumstände bedingen Eigenschaften," the charity declares in the November 21, 2017 article cited supra. "Je älter ein Wesen ist, desto ausgeprägter sind seine Eigenschaften."

Jeany Is Not Looking Back, Only Forward and Upward

To put the matter succinctly, "Eigenschaften wie die von Jeany, sind von Menschen gemacht," HfP sums up. "Tiere wie Jeany haben ihre 'Macken' (personality and behavioral issues) ihrem Halter zu verdanken."

These so-called "Macken" can include most anything under the sun. For instance, they can be real and more or less permanent conditions such as those afflicting Jeany, Tinka, Harvey, and Tilly.

They can range from such totally understandable behavior as an ingrained fear of humans and dogs to a dislike for other cats. They accordingly can be accompanied by such common defense mechanisms as vocalizing, hissing, scratching, and biting.

They also can be totally frivolous and fanciful due to owing their genesis to either their owners' abysmal ignorance of cats or their insane attempts to mold them into something other than what nature has decreed. Included in this category can be such preeminently feline behavior as the marking of territory, the sharpening of claws on furniture and books, and eliminating outside the litter box.

Even sporadic displays of independence and a lack of servility toward their human overlords have been interpreted by some as sure signs of ingrained psychological and behavioral problems. So, too, can a cat's failure to be either sufficiently cuddly or a lap-sitter.

"Sie entstehen durch Selbstüberschätzung der Halter, mangelde Kentnisse von Katzenhaltung und --Erziehung," HfP concludes. Yet, in spite of that owners are seldom punished for the ignorance, neglect, and the abuse that they dish out so profusely; im Gegenteil, it is invariably cats like Jeany who end up paying the price for their derelict owners' crimes and they do so until the very day that they die.

At what might be called the more lenient end of the spectrum, they are divested of their reproductive organs and claws and doped up by unscrupulous veterinarians. At the other extreme, their owners either abandon them to fend for themselves in a hostile world or fob them off on shelters and veterinarians to kill.

The one glaring omission in HfP's otherwise sound analysis is its failure to acknowledge that members of the public also can be responsible for both falsely accusing cats of suffering from Macken as well as causing them to develop those types of issues. They do so by, inter alia, foolishly intervening in standoffs between their cats and other felines, siccing their dogs on them, and idiotically chasing, harassing, and cornering cats that they encounter on the street.

When these frightened and victimized cats respond by defending themselves and their territories they are branded as being violent, unsocialized, feral, and crazy. Legal action is sometimes taken against them and their owners for any scratches and bites that they inflict upon their attackers.

In extreme cases, they are sometimes confiscated and executed by the authorities. (See Cat Defender posts of April 3, 2006, June 26, 2006, October 17, 2009, October 18, 2009, October 23, 2009, and August 24, 2011, entitled, respectively, "Free Lewis Now! Connecticut Tomcat, Victimized by a Bum Rap, Is Placed Under House Arrest,"  "Lewis the Cat Cheats the Hangman but Is Placed Under House Arrest for the Remainder of His Life," "Bingo Is Placed Under House Arrest for Defending Himself Against a Neighbor Who Foolishly Intervened in a Cat Fight," "Minneapolis Is Working Overtime Trying to Kill an Octogenarian's Cat Named Hoppy for Defending His Turf Against Canine Intruders," "An Essex Welfare Bum Who Sicced His Dog on Cats and Beat Them with His Cane Is Now Pretending to Be the Victim of an Assault," and "Self-Defense Is Against the Law in Australia after a Woman Who Attacked a Cat Gets Away with Her Crime Whereas Her Victim Is Trapped and Executed.")

Even so much as trespassing on private property has led to some cats being declared dangerous and anti-social as well as being placed under house arrest. (See Cat Defender post of May 27, 2011 entitled "Odin Is Placed Under House Arrest by the Authorities in Weißenstein for Straying into the Garden of a Virulent Cat Hater" plus The Mirror of London, July 25, 2014, "Meet Rocky the Cat. Slapped with an 'Animal Anti-Social Behavior Order' for Terrorizing Neighbors" and The Telegraph of London, July 3, 2014, "RSPCA Refuses to Remove Feral Cat Destroying Couple's Home.")

Closely related to that long laundry list of trumped up slanders and libels directed at cats for simply behaving as they are prone to do are the outright lies spewed so profusely by despisers of the species. Chiefly among them are such totally bogus claims as that they are rabid, dirty, mangy, sickly, near death, and aggressive.

In the United States, these anti-cat individuals and organizations have found a reliable ally in the form of the nation's fascist police to carry out their machinations, intrigues, and crimes against the species. (See Cat Defender posts of March 31, 2008, September 16, 2009, September 22, 2011, September 27, 2014, and September 1, 2016 entitled, respectively, "A Cecil, Pennsylvania, Police Officer Summarily Executes a Family's Beloved Ten-Year-Old Persian, Elmo," "Acting Solely Upon the Lies of a Cat-Hater, the Raymore Police Pump Two Shotgun Blasts into the Head of Nineteen-Year-Old Declawed and Deaf Tobey," "The Neanderthaloid Politicians in Lebanon, Ohio, Wholeheartedly Sanction the Illegal and Cold-Blooded Murder of Haze by a Trigger-Happy Cop," "Falsely Branded as Being Rabid by a Cat-Hater, an Animal Control Officer, and the Gorham Police Department, Clark Is Hounded Down and Blasted with a Shotgun," and "The Legal and Political Establishment in a Small Pennsylvania Backwater Closes Ranks and Pulls Out All the Stops in Order to Save the Job and Liberty of the Bloodthirsty Cop Who Murdered Sugar.")

It thus seems indisputable that society as a whole, as well as individual owners, is responsible for the verbal, psychological, and physical abuse that is meted out to cats. It additionally does not make any real difference whether that abuse is lumped under the rubric of Macken or simply recognized as defamations and outright lies. At the end of the day, abuse is still abuse, false accusations are still lies, and injustice is still injustice.

Photos: Hände für Pfoten.

Friday, May 25, 2018

Emotionally Scarred and No Longer Young but Still Every Bit as Beautiful as Ever, Tinka Is Seeking the Permanent Home That Has Eluded Her Throughout Her Turbulent Life

Tinka Has Been Waiting to Be Adopted for More Than Two Years

"Wir schatzen sie auf mindstens Zehn Jahre, und es wäre so schön, wenn sie ein liebevolles Zuhause findet und nicht länger ihr Dasein im Tierschutz fristen muss."
-- Kerstin Küster of Hände für Pfoten

A beautiful ten-year-old black female with a dainty white nose and a matching breast named Tinka has been cruelly sentenced to spend to spend the past two years of her life at a shelter in the Arnum section of Hemmingen, six kilometers south of Hannover in Niedersachsen. Every bit as troubling, there does not appear to be any white knight in shining armor in her immediate future who is going to intervene and magically put an end to her travails.

Not a great deal has been publicly divulged about her past but at one time she did have not only a guardian but one with a garden for her to romp in as well. "Leider hatte dieser jedoch schon eine Freigänger-Katze, und die beiden vertrugen sich gar nicht," Kerstin Küster of Hände für Pfoten (HfP) told the Hannoverische Allgemeine on May 10th. (See "Sensible Tinka sucht ein ruhiges Zuhause.")

It therefore is most likely safe to assume that she did not last for very long in that particular home because it would be unusual, although not totally unheard of, for an individual to get rid of a longtime resident feline in favor of a newcomer. If that indeed were the case, it is entirely possible that she has been shuttled between multiple households during her lifetime.

Not surprisingly, by the time that she turned up at HfP in April of 2016 she was an emotional wreck. That was so much the case that she did not want anything to do with either the staffers or the other cats at the facility.

If she had had the Unglück to have ended up at almost any shelter in the Vereinigten Staaten, her lack of congeniality would have resulted in an almost certain death sentence. Mercifully, there are some shelters and individuals in this world who think and behave differently.

In Tinka's case, staffers at HfP turned her around, not by lavishing her with treats, but rather by "das olle, klebrige und ungepflegte Fell loszuwerden." After that, she slowly began to voluntarily leave her cage and to sit with the other cats.

It also was immensely helpful that HfP provides its feline inmates with a garden for their enjoyment. "Heute darf sie sogar, als einzige überhaupt, in den Garten," Küster added to the Hannoverische Allgemeine.

Even though the dedicated staff at HfP has worked wonders with her and she indeed has made remarkable progress since her arrival, the emotional scars engendered by her turbulent past are seldom far from the surface. "Sie ist eine sehr vorsichtige, ängestliche, sensible Katze, die schnell überfordert ist," Küster told the Hannoverische Allgemeine.

Given that she is not only quiet and sensible but also getting on in years, HfP would prefer to place her in a home with and elderly caretaker who is knowledgeable about cats. She would not fare well in a house full of loud, rambunctious, and obnoxious children but it is believed that she would get along fine with an elderly and quiet dog so long as it left her alone.

As far as other cats are concerned, the charity has been considerably less forthcoming on that matter and instead has only stated that they would not be essential for her happiness. Considering her past history, however, placing her in a home with other cats would be problematic at best.

Since she prizes her freedom and the great outdoors, a home with a garden would be crucial to her happiness. She accordingly needs a caretaker who is able to stay home with her and thus to stroke, treat, and groom her throughout the day.

In spite of her belated adjustment to life behind bars at HfP, the fact remains that a shelter is not a suitable domicile for most cats. "Wir schatzen sie auf mindstems Zehn Jahre, und es wäre so schön, wenn sie ein liebevolles Zuhause findet und nicht länger ihr Dasein im Tierschutz fristen muss," Küster summed up to the Hannovische Allgemeine.

Tinka's trials and tribulations also serve as a rather poignant reminder of just how far the care of cats still has to go before it can even begin to approach a level that could remotely be considered humane and compassionate. As things now stand, the world's treatment and thinking about them belongs in the Stone Age.

Most outrageous of all, the inalienable right of all cats and kittens to live remains outside the purview of the law. As a consequence, they continue to be annihilated in droves.

Even those fortunate enough to steer clear of society's killing fields often later fall victim to a lack of shelter, food, and veterinary care. C'est-à-dire, if they are not done in by the former, the latter is sooner or later sure to do the trick.

Even those cats blessed with owners do not fare all that much better. That is because, first of all, a large percentage of them are denied access to the great outdoors and instead are imprisoned for life in toxic and boring indoor environments.

Secondly, most of them nowadays are sterilized and even some of them are divested of their claws. Thirdly, their tiny bodies are invaded time and time again by greedy, unscrupulous veterinarians in order to administer unnecessary vaccinations as well as to implant often harmful microchips.

Fourthly and most egregious of all, once they become either elderly, sickly, or their presence is no longer desired, their owners simply pay veterinarians to whack them.

That long laundry list of simply outrageous cruelties and unconscionable abuse is old news, however. What Tinka's dilemma has focused attention on is mankind's totally inexcusable failure to even begin to acknowledge that all cats are individuals with different psychological makeups and histories.

Unless man can somehow be prevailed upon to stop looking down his crooked, disjointed schnoz at cats as only an aggregate of defenseless animals that he is at liberty to malign, exploit, abuse, and kill at will, little if any progress is ever going to be made in improving their lot in life. Au contraire, the naked abuse of the species is destined to continue unabated.

Through its willingness not only to spare Tinka's life but also to recognize her unique personality and history, HfP has taken an important first step on what is destined to be a long and winding road that will, hopefully, culminate in dramatically improving the lives of cats. It remains to be seen, however, just how many shelters and rescue groups are going to be willing to follow in its footsteps.

Finally, it goes almost without saying that Tinka would make a splendid addition to the life of any true lover of the species. For anyone still in need of convincing, it is important to remember that a loving and permanent home is nothing less than what she so richly deserves considering all the upheaval and turbulence that she she has been forced to endure.

Outfitted with the proper guardian and environment, it is beyond question that she soon would come out of her shell and blossom into the very special cat that she always has wanted to be if only the vicissitudes of life would have permitted. Anyone who therefore would be willing to offer Tinka a permanent home can contact HfP by telephone at 49-511-5101-58362 or by e-mail at info@haende-fuer-pfoten.net.

Photo: Kerstin Küster of Hände für Pfoten.

Monday, May 07, 2018

The English Authorities Steal, Kill, and Incinerate Nash Van Drake and in the Aftermath Lie Their Ugly Little Faces Off as to Their True Reason for Committing Such a Dastardly Deed

Nash Van Drake Was a Casualty of a New Cold War

"The cat did it again...Supposedly he (really no one knows what day) was brought to the Porton Down lab and then...drugged. Why drugged? The answer is the cat was 'stressed,' since he was 'not noticed' in the search. Is that what the United Kingdom does with pets? Is that normal practice?"
-- Maria Zakharova of the Russian Foreign Service

Whenever that diabolical monster known as man chooses to indulge himself in his insatiable greed, his unquenchable thirst for blood, and his never-ending will to dominate, which consumes most of his time and energies, it is always cats, other animals, and Mother Earth that are forced to bear the brunt of his evildoing. Unlike civilian casualties, who nowadays are lumped together underneath the belittling rubric of collateral damage, they are denied even that grudging tidbit of recognition; rather, they are relegated to the ranks of the uncounted and unmourned whose lives and habitats count for absolutely nothing.

With that being the case, it is not the least bit surprising that the English authorities have killed off Sergei and Yulia Skripal's long-haired black Persian, Nash Van Drake, and their two unidentified guinea pigs. Whereas the near fatal poisoning of the double agent and his daughter with the nerve agent novichok in Salisbury, one-hundred-forty-two kilometers south of London in Wiltshire, on March 4th has attracted worldwide interest and condemnation, it is in keeping with the Zeitgeist that the killings of Nash and the guinea pigs have gone largely unnoticed outside of England and Russia. Even what little information that has leaked out of the former has been elliptical, contradictory, nonsensical and, in some respects, patently untruthful.

Nonetheless, as best the story can be pieced together from the slipshod reporting of the government's lackeys on Fleet Street, the Skripals lived in a brick compound that they shared with Nash and another unidentified cat that they reportedly adopted from a local shelter. In at least one press report, Nash is referred to as Masyanya, which is the name of a female protagonist in a popular web-based Russian cartoon series.

It therefore could be that the second cat is a female who bears that moniker in that it would be odd for the Skripals to have bestowed a girl's name upon a tomcat. That is strictly conjecture, however.

They also owned a black dog and the aforementioned pair of guinea pigs. (See the Daily Mail, April 5, 2018, "Russian Spy's Cat Was Secretly Put Down: Vets Killed 'Distressed' Black Persian and Found Two Guinea Pigs Dead at Sergei Skripal's Home after Poison Attack.")

The dog allegedly was later found at an undisclosed location outside the compound but nothing has been divulged about the second cat. Even if they initially were able to have survived the horrifying events of March 4th and their immediate aftermath, that does not mean that they are still alive today.

After the Skripals were discovered unconscious on a park bench and rushed to Salisbury District Hospital their compound was sealed by the authorities and declared to be off limits to the public. It never has been definitively stated one way or the other if the authorities initially were aware of the presence of Nash and the other animals.

Nash and Yulia Skripal

Even if they were in the dark, the Skripals' longtime veterinarian, fifty-six-year-old Howard Taylor of The Vets at 123 Exeter Street, quickly remedied that situation. "We (sic) phoned the police on day one to offer to help if they needed it," he averred to The Sun on March 17th. (See "Russian Spy Sergei Skripal's Pet Cat and Guinea Pigs Are Taken Away for Tests.") "I thought it unlikely the police would have gone to the house and not done anything."

That certainly turned out to have been true enough in that what they did was to seize them and transport them to the Ministry of Defense's ultra-secretive Defense Science and Technology Laboratory (DSTL) in the village of Porton, eleven kilometers north of Salisbury, where they were promptly killed and their corpses burned to ashes. Although it surely must have known almost immediately of that tragic dénouement, it was not until April 5th that The Sun finally got around to cluing in the reading public as to what had transpired. (See "Russian Spy Sergei Skripal's Cat Is the First Fatality after Nerve Agent Attack in Salisbury.")

In an amateurish attempt designed to justify their commission of such appalling atrocities, the English elites and their stooges on Fleet Street have presented two contradictory explanations. For instance in its April 5th report, The Sun claims that Nash was "very unwell" and "severely malnourished."

A day later on April 6th, The Independent chimed in by declaring that he was "in a distressed state" and in "so much pain that a vet decided to put it (sic) down." The paper further alleges that the guinea pigs died of dehydration. (See "Russia Implies United Kingdom Destroyed Poisoned Spy Sergei Skripal's Cat and Guinea Pigs to 'Remove Important Witnesses'.")

Knowing the timeline of events would be helpful in unraveling this conundrum but even without that vital piece of information neither scenario put forward by either the government or Fleet Street stands up to even cursory scrutiny. Still, for whatever it is worth, The Sun reported on April 5th that the authorities broke into the Skripals' compound "shortly after the March 4th attack" whereupon they discovered the presence of, at least, Nash and the guinea pigs.

Yet, both contingents of professional liars would have the outside world to believe that Nash already was "severely malnourished." That does not make any sense at all given that the Skripals are dedicated cat-lovers and have money to burn.

Plus, The Sun earlier on March 17th had reported that Nash was valued at £1,500 and that the Skripals had shelled out thousands more in order to ship him from Moscow to Salisbury. That exorbitant tally sans doute included thousand of pounds in quarantine fees that the English ridiculously charge all foreigners who import their cats. (See Cat Defender post of August 18, 2008 entitled "Ronaldo Escapes Death after a Retailer Coughs Up the Exorbitant Bounty That Quarantine Officials Had Placed on His Head.")

Nash and the Guinea Pigs

In spite of all of that, the arrogant English elites and Fleet Street contend that the Skripals not only starved Nash to death but allowed their guinea pigs to die of thirst. Given that it is a violation of law to neglect animals, the authorities should have brought charges against the Skripals if they had truly believed that had been the case. It additionally is odd that they also would not have neglected their second cat and their dog in a similar fashion.

It is difficult to know exactly what to make of the authorities' allegation that Nash was "very unwell," "in a distressed state," and in "pain" because so little is known about novichok. As far as it has been disclosed, however, in this particular case only a small amount of it was found on the doorknob of the Skripals' front portal and it was in a liquid form.

"In this instance, direct contact is required for a person to (be) poisoned," a spokesman for the Department of Environment, Food and Rural Affairs (DEFRA) told The Independent on April 17th. (See "Nerve Agent Used to Poison Sergei and Yulia Skripal Was Delivered in 'Liquid Form,' Says DEFRA.") "Only a small proportion of the material is transferred in each contact and the substance is diluted in each secondary or tertiary contact."

That would tend to indicate that since Nash was confined indoors he did not at any time come into direct contact with the novichok that had been smeared on the doorknob. He possibly could have inhaled a lethal amount of it as the Skripals were leaving the house but that, too, seems a bit far-fetched.

"The class of nerve agent does not produce significant vapor or gas and can only be moved between sites by direct transfer from a contaminated person or by moving a contaminated item," the spokesman for DEFRA continued to The Independent.

Based upon the limited amount of information available, it is difficult to say with one-hundred per cent certainty, but it nevertheless appears that the authorities' claims about Nash being "distressed" and in "pain" were nothing more than big, fat, self-serving lies. If so, they murdered him without just cause and in cold blood.

They did so simply because he, and the guinea pigs as well, had been found at the site of a nerve agent attack. Their death warrants likewise were probably initialed without the benefit of either thorough veterinary examinations or a finding of contamination. That it turn makes it highly improbable that the authorities have spared the lives of the Skripals' other cat and their black dog.

What Has Become of Yulia's Unidentified Dog?

For its part, the English government has served up a proverbial feast of balderdash for the world to slobber over until it chokes. "When a vet was able to access the property, two guinea pigs had sadly died. A cat was also found in a distressed state and a decision was taken by a veterinary surgeon to euthanize the animal to alleviate its suffering," an unidentified governmental mouthpiece ballyhooed to The Independent on April 6th. "The decision was taken in the best interests of the animal and its welfare."

If that should by any chance sound familiar it is because it is the same old malarkey that all cat killers hide behind regardless of whether they be veterinarians, shelter operators, governmental officials, or even the victims' owners. C'est-à-dire, most cats, the young as well as the old and the healthy as well as the sickly, are better off dead as far as those rotters are concerned.

The veterinarian who killed Nash has not been publicly identified but presumably it was not Taylor. Even so, Old Taylor Thing comes away from this sorry affair smelling more like sulphur than a rose.

"He (Skripal) used The Vets for, some years and I had seen his cats and his guinea pigs," he candidly admitted to The Sun on March 17th. In spite of that lengthy relationship, Taylor never forged any moral or professional bonds with the doomed animals in that there is not so much as a scintilla of evidence in the public record to even suggest that he interceded on their behalves.

Au contraire, he ratted them out to their assassins and then stood idly by and watched as they were liquidated. If, by contrast, he had given so much as a rat's ass about their welfare and inalienable right to live he would have, if necessary, gone to court in order to have saved their lives.

So far, the high-muck-a-mucks from Downing Street have gotten away scot-free with their hideous crimes but they have not succeeded in pulling the wool over the eyes of Maria Zakharova of the Russian Foreign Ministry. "According to the publication, the guinea pigs and the cat were cremated," she told The Independent in the April 6th article cited supra. "In other words destroyed, although the animals could be important evidence in the poisoning case."

From that demarcation point she went on to give the hypocritical, lying English the dressing down that they so richly deserved. "The cat did it again...Supposedly he (really no one knows what day) was brought to the Porton Down lab and then...drugged. Why drugged?" she speculated to The Independent. "The answer is the cat was 'stressed,' since he was 'not noticed' in the search. Is that what the United Kingdom does with pets? Is that normal practice?"

The answer to both of her rhetorical questions is an emphatic yes. First of all, although they publicly claim to be big fans of the species, they actually care very little for cats and that is exhibited by the large number of them that they callously and inexcusably turn loose in the street every day to be mowed down by their equally ailurophobic fellow motorists.

The Skripals' Compound

Secondly, the English's disdain for cats and other animals was most recently demonstrated in June of last year when Grenfell Tower in West London went up in flames and killed dozens of its residents. Yet to this very day neither the authorities nor Fleet Street have publicly acknowledged how many cats and other animals perished in the inferno. (See Cat Defender post of July 3, 2017 entitled "Paucho Somehow Made It Out of Grenfell Tower Alive but the Fate of the Dozens of Cats That Resided at the High-Rise Firetrap Remains Shrouded in Secrecy.")

Thirdly, even when the English do take an active interest in the welfare of cats it usually is only in order to satisfy their own narrow, self-interest and that petit fait is nowhere more readily observable than in the exploitative behavior of the politicians who reside and work on Downing Street. For instance, it certainly did not take Tony and Cherie Blair long to give the boot to Humphrey. (See Cat Defender post of April 6, 2006 entitled "Humphrey, the Cat from 10 Downing Street Who Once 'Read' His Own Obituary, Passes Away at Age Eighteen.")

Sybil, who was owned by Chancellor of the Exchequer Alistair Darling, was quickly given the bum's rush by the cat-hating Gordon Brown only to die tragically a short time later in exile. (See Cat Defender posts of September 19, 2007 and August 13, 2009 entitled, respectively, "After a Dreary Ten-Year Absence, Number 10 Downing Street Has a New Resident Feline and Her Name Is Sybil" and "Sybil, 10 Downing Street's Former First Feline, Dies Unexpectedly from an Undisclosed Illness.")

Larry arrived at 10 Downing Street in early 2011 but he enjoyed at best a lukewarm relationship with David Cameron. (See Cat Defender posts of July 21, 2011, November 28, 2011, and August 1, 2016 entitled, respectively, "Larry Faces Many Challenges and Dangers in His New Rôle as 10 Downing Street's Resident Feline," "Larry Is Persevering as Best He Can Despite Being Constantly Maligned by Both Fleet Street and the Prime Minister's Duplicitous Staff," and "Unmercifully Maligned and Treated Like Dirty for So Many Years, Larry Nevertheless Manages to Stick Around Long Enough in Order to See the Last of David Cameron and His Uncaring Family.")

Chancellor of the Exchequer George Osborne turned Freya loose to roam the dangerously congested streets of Whitehall at all hours of the night with predictably life-threatening results until he finally got rid of her for good. (See Cat Defender posts of November 10, 2014 and November 13, 2014 entitled, respectively, "Freya, the Chancellor of the Exchequer's Resident Feline, Cheats Death Once Again When She Survives Being Mowed Down and Injured by a Motorist but Her Good Luck Cannot Last for Much Longer" and "Gutless Georgie 'Porgie' Osborne Gets Rid of Freya but in Doing So Lies About the True Reason Behind His Second Cruel Abandonment of Her.")

More recently, the Foreign Affairs Office has added Palmerston to its staff and current Chancellor of the Exchequer, Philip Hammond, now has Gladstone. (See Cat Defender posts of August 8, 2016 and August 17, 2016 entitled, respectively, "Palmerston Is Recruited for a Prestigious Post in Her Majesty's Diplomatic Service but Then Disgracefully Relegated to Makeshift Living Quarters Out in the Cold" and "Gladstone Joins Larry and Palmerston as Whitehall's Latest Resident Feline but the Chancellor of the Exchequer's Welsh Terrier, Rex, Is Waiting in the Wings to Put an End to All of Them.")

Shortly thereafter, Evie and her son, Ossie, joined the staff of the Cabinet Office at 70 Whitehall Street. (See The Telegraph, December 9, 2016, "New Cats Evie and Ossie Join Westminster Moggies as Cabinet Office Mousers" and The Sun, December 9, 2016, "Meow-ing Street Number 10 Brings in Two New Cats, Evie and Ossie, to Help Catch Mice in the Cabinet Office.")

As was the case with Taylor's abandonment of Nash and the guinea pigs, the presence of no fewer than five resident felines at the heart of the English government has failed to instill any sense of either a common morality or an appreciation of their intrinsic worth in the politicians. Rather, they simply use and exploit them as convenient and inexpensive public relations' props in order to make  themselves appear to be something other than the miserable rotters and moral degenerates that they are in reality.

Yulia and Sergei Skripal Lived High on the Hog

That is not merely a pedestrian prejudice but rather it is an opinion that is shared by former MI6 spy and current bestselling novelist, John le Carré. Here, for instance, is what his fictional spymaster George Smiley had to say about the entire lot of them in The Secret Pilgrim:
"The privately educated Englishman is the greatest dissembler on earth. No one will charm you so glibly, disguise his feelings from you better, cover his tracks more skillfully, or find it harder to confess that he's been a damned fool. No one acts braver when he's frightened stiff or happier when he's miserable. And nobody will flatter you better when he hates you than an extrovert Englishman or woman."

With the Skripals hardly being in any condition to complain about what was done to Nash and their guinea pigs, that task has fallen by default to none other than PETA. "These deaths are another tragedy of this horrific situation, and this time, the British authorities are evidently to blame," the organization's Elisa Allen gingerly ventured to The Independent on April 6th. (See "'United Kingdom Authorities to Blame' for 'Tragic' Death of Sergei Skripal's Pets in Sealed Home, PETA Says.") "No one should have left these animals sealed inside the house any more than they would have done children -- clearly, they should have been rescued."

The organization accordingly is demanding action. PETA is "calling for an investigation to be carried out in order to determine how this was allowed to happen and (to) ensure that procedures are put in place to prevent any such loss of lives -- which were valued by the Skripals and the animals themselves -- from ever happening again," she concluded.

To say that those sentiments are more than a tad ironic would be to grossly understate the case. For example, PETA not only kills practically every cat that it gets its blood-drenched hands on but it insists over and over again that the lives of all homeless cats do not have any value whatsoever.

Much more to the point, it surely would have killed Nash and the Skripals' other animals if it had gotten to them ahead of the goons from Downing Street. (See Cat Defender posts of January 29, 2007, February 9, 2007, October 7, 2011, and August 24, 2017 entitled, respectively, "PETA's Long History of Killing Cats and Dogs Is Finally Exposed in a North Carolina Courtroom," "Verdict in PETA Trial: Littering Is a Crime but Not the Mass Slaughter of Innocent Cats and Dogs," "PETA Traps and Kills a Cat and Then Shamelessly Goes Online in Order to Brag about its Criminal and Foul Deed," and "The Brutal Murders of a Trio of Atlantic City's Boardwalk Cats Provide an Occasion for the Local Rag and PETA to Whoop It Up and to Break Open the Champagne.")

The Independent's solicitation of PETA's hypocritical two cents' worth does demonstrate, however, that the capitalist media not only sucks up to those in power but also to phony-baloney animal rights groups as well. As it knows only too well, Ingrid E. Newkirk and her minions never have done anything even remotely positive for cats and they certainly do not speak for them and their supporters in any shape, form, or fashion.

The only thing constructive that can be said for the organization is that it has demonstrated the gumption to take the English establishment to task over the killings of Nash and the guinea pigs and that is considerably more than can be said for any other animal rights group located in Angleterre. It is even conceivable that the Skripals' second cat was adopted from Cats Protection's branch in Salisbury but yet that organization has not had anything to say about either her or the killing of Nash.

The Skripals Had a Busy Day on March 4th

Yulia was released from the hospital several weeks ago and is said to be convalescing at an undisclosed location somewhere in England. Her father remains hospitalized but he is said to be in stable condition.

Besides the Skripals' house, Zizzi, an Italian restaurant at 1/3 Castle Street, Bishops Mill Pub at 7 The Maltings, the entire Maltings shopping center, the residence of detective sergeant Nick Bailey, two sites near the Bourne Hill Police Station, a pair of ambulance stations, and a car compound are still designated as possibly being contaminated with novichok. No arrests have been made in this case and that task has been made all the more difficult by the Russians' demolition of a factory in Shikhany, nine-hundred-sixty-five kilometers south of Moscow, which is believed to have manufactured the novichok that was used in order to poison the Skripals. (See the Express, April 29, 2018, "Russia Destroys Novichok Nerve Center Ahead of Salisbury Poison Spy Probe.")

Despite the English's reprehensible killing of Nash and the guinea pigs, there does not appear to be much doubt that the Russians were behind the attack upon the Skripals. There is "no alternative explanation about who was responsible -- only Russia has the means, motive and record," an official from the Foreign Office on Downing Street declared to The Independent in the April 17th article cited supra.

By past record, that official was referring to the murder of defector Alexander Litvinenko in the Bloomsbury section of London back in 2006 by a pair of Russian spies. In his case, however, it was not novichok but rather a cup of radioactive tea that was his undoing.

With establishments such as Claridge's in Mayfair commanding as much as £60 for a spot of tea with a finger sandwich thrown in for good measure, that is another good reason to refrain from doing any cupping while in London. If the Russians do not poison a person to death, the exorbitant prices are sure to do the trick.

Then there is the matter of the simply outrageously lengthy and expensive quarantine requirements that the authorities impose upon visiting cats to consider when contemplating a trip to England. Taken altogether, however, being stripped of one's cat and not being able to afford the price of a cup of tea combine to make the island nation an unappealing tourist destination.

The superficial conclusion to be drawn from the events of March 4th and their aftermath is that the Russians do not have any regard for human life whereas their English counterparts are equally depraved when it comes to the lives of cats and other animals. Such an assessment is far too charitable, however, in that neither of the belligerents actually has very much regard for the sanctity of life period.

Nash Van Drake's Cathouse Is Now Vacant and Destined to Remain So

For example, although the Russians may not have intended for any harm to have come to Nash and the guinea pigs, by smearing novichok on the Skripals' front door they set in motion a chain of events that led precisely to that dénouement. Even worse, their alleged supplying of the regime of Bashar al-Assad in Damascus with chemical weapons has unquestionably led to the horrific deaths of untold numbers of cats and other animals as well as the contamination of the environment.

In its quest to conquer the world, England historically never has demonstrated much regard for human rights. Rather, its empire builders have systematically subjugated, exploited, and annihilated nation after nation.

In doing so, the filth that it has expelled from its shores have committed some of the most diabolical crimes on record against cats and other animals in places such as Australia, New Zealand, South Africa, and the south Atlantic. (See Cat Defender post of November 18, 2016 entitled "A Clever Devil at the University of Adelaide Boasts That He Has Discovered the Achilles' Heel of Cats with His Invention of Robotic Grooming Traps as the Thoroughly Evil Australians' All-Out War Against the Species Enters Its Final Stages.")

In the final accounting, however, the crimes that man commits against the animals and the environment are far more egregious than those that he perpetrates against his fellows. That is principally the case because most men are capable, at least to some extent, of not only anticipating but also of defending themselves against the aggressions of their fellows but that is hardly the case with the animals and Mother Earth.

Consequently, if that were not the case, it perhaps would be à propos to conclude that the English and Russians richly deserve each other and to leave the matter at that; a bon chat, bon rat and may the most ruthless one of them prevail. Other considerations, however, preclude such ambivalence, even if in the end they are destined not to make one whit of difference.

As far as Nash's faceless and nameless executioners are concerned, there is not so much as a prayer in Hell that any of them ever will be publicly identified, let alone arrested, prosecuted, and punished. Abusing and killing cats never has been taken even halfway seriously anywhere and least of all by the English and their ignoble progeny.

With that being the sad reality, there is little left to do other than to mourn the killing of such a handsome cat. He had his whole life ahead of him and so much to look forward to as well as to give to this world.

Almost as heartbreaking, all that the Skripals have been left with are, to quote songwriter Jim Croce, their photographs and memories. In keeping with their uncharitable character, the cutthroat English did not leave them with even so much as a tiny speck of him to memorialize and bury.

Photos: The Mirror (Nash), Facebook (Nash and Yulia, Nash and the guinea pigs, and Sergei and Yulia drinking), The Sun (Yulia's dog, the Skripals' compound, itinerary, and Nash in his cathouse).

Thursday, April 26, 2018

Schneewittchen Gets Accidentally Trapped in a Lorry and Winds Up in Wien but in Doing So She Brought Along with Her Considerably More Than Just Her Pretty Face

Schneewittchen Arrived in Wien as an Unwitting Stowaway

"Aktuell stehen die Gesundheit und das Wachstum der Tiere im Vordergrund."
-- Wiener Tierschutzverein

Deutschland's loss is Österreich's gain.

On February 22nd, employees of a trucking company located in the Simmering district of Wien stumbled upon the presence of a pretty, longhaired black female of undetermined age in their depot. Instead of befriending her, offering her some food, and providing her with a place to hang her hat, they instead called in an exterminator who successfully trapped and removed her from the premises.

Although that disastrous turn of events surely must have caused her more than a few anxious moments, it ultimately turned out to have been a case of Glück im Unglück. That is because rather than expunging her life the pest control agents handed her over to Wiener Tierschutzverein (WTV) in Vösendorf, eighteen kilometers south of Wien, a day later on February 23rd.

By promptly identifying the truck that she most likely had arrived in and retracing its route, the trucking company eventually was able to determine that she had gotten on board somewhere in Deutschland but had been unable to extricate herself until its doors were unlocked in Simmering. That particular section of the österreichisch Hauptstadt is perhaps best known to the outside world as the location of the Wiener Zentralfriedhof which is the final resting place for the remains of Ludwig van Beethoven, Franz Schubert, and other notables.

None of that, however, explains exactly where and how that she got into such a predicament. The most likely explanation is that she was carried aboard the lorry inside a container of some sort. It additionally is conceivable that she unwittingly boarded the vehicle of her own volition after having been either frightened by something or chased by someone or some animal.

Upon arrival at WTV, she was christened with the celebrated name of Schneewittchen and an examination by the charity's veterinarian revealed that she was in excellent health. Since there has not been any mention in press reports of her being either emaciated or dehydrated, that would tend to indicate that her unplanned trip across international borders had taken less than a day.

Given that she also had been well cared for, she quite obviously has an owner somewhere but since she was neither tagged nor microchipped WTV was left without any obvious means of contacting that individual. That in turn meant that Schneewittchen was now a stateless cat without either an owner or any visible means of support.

Normally, cats that arrive in Österreich are not quarantined provided that they have either a microchip or a tattoo, a health certificate signed by a veterinarian, and have been vaccinated against rabies. Since Schneewittchen possessed none of those, it therefore is unclear exactly what her legal status was upon arrival.

The Kittens Arrived on March 21st

This is all conjecture but presumably WTV acted quickly in order to fulfill those prerequisites but even then it is far from clear if she was, en effet, placed under quarantine for a specific period of time. Even if that ultimately did come to pass, she was not impounded by immigration authorities but rather allowed to serve her sentence at WTV.

If she had landed in Angleterre it would have been an entirely different story. In particular, she would have been required by law to have spent six months in quarantine at a cost of several thousand dollars.

For example in August of 2008, a ten-day-old, black and white kitten named Ronaldo somehow managed to survive a three-day trip in the back of a delivery truck without his mother from Portugal to Corby in Northamptonshire. Shortly after his arrival he was taken into custody by the authorities and surely would have been killed if clothing retailer Matalan, at whose warehouse he had turned up, had not compassionately intervened and paid his US$3,200 quarantine fee.

"We decided to donate the full amount because the kitten was in one of our depots and it has touched everyone in the office," Carly Hughes of the retailer said back then. " They (the employees) were all chuffed to bits to be able to help him."

While staffers at WTV were trying to decide what to do with Schneewittchen they received an even bigger surprise when an ultrasound examination disclosed that she was one month pregnant and that at least four Katzenbabys were due to arrive in about another month. (See the Kleine Zeitung of Graz, February 23, 2018, "Trächtige Katze als blinder Passagier in Lastkraftwagen unterwegs.")

What, if any, effect that revelation had upon WTV's plans for Schneewittchen never has been disclosed. If they had been at all familiar with the writings of Ernest Hemingway, however, they surely would have known, perhaps even without the ultrasound, that "one cat just leads to another."

Whereas some rescue groups might have been chagrined by that development, WTV by contrast was overjoyed. In the days and weeks that followed it regularly posted updates and numerous photographs of Schneewittchen on its Facebook page.

It also set up a Mamazimmer just for her at its facility so that she would not be disturbed during her pregnancy and therefore could concentrate all of her energies upon bringing forth into this world a healthy litter. In addition to plenty of food and water, the carpeted room also was furnished with elevated resting perches and other amusements.

All of that was not undertaken for purely selfless reasons, however, in that staffers zweifellos looked forward to the opportunity of witnessing the miracle of birth and therefore to once again be able to view this old world through young eyes. That rewarding experience alone more than repaid WTV for its efforts on behalf of Schneewittchen.

Schneewittchen and Her Kittens in the Mamazimmer

The charity's compassionate treatment of her and her unborn kittens stands in stark contrast to how horribly cats, and especially kittens, are dealt with in the Vereinigten Staaten. Looked down upon as being nothing more than garbage that is unfit to live, Animal Control officers such as Barry Accorti of North Ridgeville, Ohio, put an end to their brief lives with bullet wounds to their tiny heads. (See The Plain Dealer of Cleveland, June 11, 2013, "North Ridgeville Clears Humane Officer of Wrongdoing for Killing Feral Kittens but Animal Groups Want Action.")

Shelters in Vallejo, California, Sugar Land, Texas, and elsewhere extirpate them en masse every day of the year. (See Cat Defender post of July 29, 2010 entitled "The Benicia Vallejo Humane Society Is Outsourcing the Mass Killing of Kittens and Cats All the While Masquerading as a No-Kill Shelter" and The Fort Bend Star, July 14, 2010, "Baby Kittens Put to Sleep in Error.")

Others, such as the Bay County Animal Shelter in Bay City, Michigan, hate kittens so much that they will not even allow the public to intercede on their behalves by adopting them. (See Cat Defender post of June 15, 2010 entitled "Bay City Shelter Murders a Six-Week-Old Kitten with a Common Cold Despite Several Individuals Having Offered to Give It a Permanent Home.")

As far as the land of the dollar bill's bloodsucking practitioners of veterinary medicine are concerned, it is almost unheard of for any of them to be willing to lift so much as a lousy finger in order to save the life of any kitten or cat unless they first are presented with a wheelbarrow that is brimming over with greenbacks. Even forking over their mandatory thirty pieces of silver is not any guarantee of gaining their cooperation and competence; au contraire, the money only serves to embolden them to be even more obstinate, dictatorial, uncooperative and, above all, incompetent. (See Cat Defender posts of July 16, 2010 and April 8, 2018 entitled, respectively, "Tossed Out the Window of a Car Like an Empty Beer Can, an Injured Chattanooga Kitten Is Left to Die after at Least Two Veterinarians Refused to Treat It" and "A Rare Behind the Scenes Glimpse at the Ruthless Murders of Two Cats by an Indiana Veterinarian Exposes All Those Who Claim that Lethal Injections Are Humane to Be Barefaced Liars.")

All of WTV's fidelity, steadfastness, and hard work paid a huge dividend when into this world of many wonders came seven more on March 21st. Sadly, one of them died shortly afterwards but that still left five tuxedoes and one jet-black kitten. (See OE24.TV of Wien, March 22, 2018, "'Blinder Passagier' bekan sechs Junge.")

From the slew of photographs that WTV has posted of them on its Facebook page they appear to be in excellent health and on Saturday, April 21st they celebrated one month on this earth. The Fading Kitten Syndrome, which can strike without warning, is something that WTV and its veterinarians need to be on the lookout for but other than that they appear to be well on their way toward becoming healthy adult cats.

Even though things so far have worked out really well for Schneewittchen and her kittens, there cannot be any denying that she has had a narrow escape. Plus, her plight is yet still another rather poignant reminder of the myriad of perils that all modes of conveyance pose for unchaperoned cats.

In addition to her and Ronaldo, Neo, Carlsberg, Frosty, and Mausi have miraculously weathered perilous misadventures after they, too, became trapped in delivery trucks. (See Cat Defender posts of November 6, 2006, December 12, 2007, April 8, 2010, and March 16, 2013 entitled, respectively, "Trapped in a Moving Van for Five Days, Texas Cat Named Neo Is Finally Freed in Colorado," "Bored with Conditions at Home, Carlsberg Stows Away on a Beer Lorry for the Adventure of a Lifetime," "A Frozen Food Purveyor Knowingly Condemns Frosty to Spend Five Weeks in Its 28° Fahrenheit Warehouse Without Either Food or Water," and "Mausi Is Saved from a Potentially Violent Death on the Fast and Furious Autobahn Thanks to the Dramatic Intervention of a Münchner Couple.")

Unfortunately, Ally's travails proved to be too much for her to overcome. (See Cat Defender post of April 18, 2010 entitled "Ally's Last Ride Lands Her in a Death Trap Set by an Uncaring and Irresponsible Supermarket Chain and a Bargain Basement Shelter.")

Three of the Kittens Celebrating Their One Month Birthdays on April 21st

The operators of garbage trucks likewise pick up and crush to death countless cats each year but Penny, Alfie, and Maisy are three that sidestepped that cruel fate at the very last minute. (See Cat Defender posts of August 23, 2007, May 4, 2010, and May 12, 2017 entitled, respectively, "An Alert Scrap Metal Worker Discovers a Pretty 'Penny' Hidden in a Mound of Rubble," "Picked Up by a Garbage Truck Driver and Dumped with the Remainder of the Trash, Alfie Narrowly Escapes Being Recycled," and "Miracle Maisy Is Bound and Tied, Soaked in Petrol, Sealed Up in a Plastic Bag, and Then Run Through a Trash Compactor but, Amazingly, Is Still Alive Thanks to a Pair of Compassionate Garbagemen.")

Because they are so ubiquitous, passenger cars pose the greatest risk to cats and that is especially the case for those that get trapped either inside their engines, on their undercarriages, or are spirited away to distant locales. (See Cat Defender posts of January 5, 2006 and December 11, 2014 entitled, respectively, "'Miracle' Cat Survives a Seventy Mile Trip Down the New Jersey Turnpike by Clinging to the Drive Shaft of an SUV" and "Uprooted from Home and Left Stranded Thousands of Miles Away, Spice Discovers to Her Horror That Not All the Ghouls and Goblins in This World Are Necessarily to Be Found on Halloween.")

Owners who allow their cats to ride buses by their lonesomes are playing Russian roulette with their lives but, as far as it is known, Macavity and Dodger were able to get away with doing so for a good number of years. (See Cat Defender posts of April 19, 2007 and January 25, 2012 entitled, respectively, "Bus-Hopping Macavity Earns High Praise from His Fellow Commuters for Being the 'Perfect Passenger'" and "The Innocence of the Lambs: Unaware of the Dangers That Threaten His Very Existence, Dodger Charms Commuters on the Bridport to Charmouth Line.")

It did not take long, however, for Casper's derring-do to catch up to him with tragic, irreversible consequences. (See Cat Defender post of January 30, 2010 entitled "Casper Is Run Down and Killed by a Hit-and-Run Taxi Driver While Crossing the Street in Order to Get to the Bus Stop.")

Trains are of a lesser concern but that certainly does not mean that they are not still quite dangerous for cats. For example, both Rascal and Diesel were subjected to perilous long hauls that took them far from their homes. (See Cat Defender posts of June 7, 2007 and November 15, 2009 entitled, respectively, "Rascal Hops on a Freight Train in South Bend and Unwittingly Winds Up in Chattanooga" and "Diesel Amazingly Survives a Harrowing Nine-Hundred-Mile Train Ride by Precariously Clinging to the Undercarriage of a Speeding Locomotive.")

A far more pressing concern are the sprawling networks of commuter trains that seem to just swallow up cats. (See Cat Defender posts of March 7, 2008 and January 31, 2014 entitled, respectively, "Georgia Is Found Safe and Sound after Spending a Harrowing Twenty-Five Days Lost in the Bowels of the New York City Subway System" and "A Northumbrian Shrink Lays Claim to the Title of Being the World's Most Irresponsible Cat Owner by Turning Loose Jasper to Roam the Perilous Tyne and Wear Metro for Weeks on End.")

An intrepid moggy named Percy, however, has not encountered any known difficulties while riding the miniature trains operated by the North Bay Railway in the Scarborough section of North Yorkshire. (See Cat Defender posts of November 14, 2009 and February 6, 2014 entitled, respectively, "Percy Takes the Train All by Himself in Order to Visit the Penguins at an Aquarium in Scarborough" and "Lovable and Adventurous Percy Is Still Very Much Alive and Safely Riding the Miniature Trains in Scarborough.")

Airlines are another huge concern in that they either lose or freeze to death countless cats each year that are cruelly relegated to flying in their cargo holds. (See Cat Defender post of April 7, 2009 entitled "A Pregnant Minskin Arrives in Oregon Frozen as Solid as a Block of Ice Following a Fatal Cross-Country Flight in the Cargo Hold of an Airliner.")

Cats even have been accidentally sent through the post and, presumably, other package delivery services as well. (See Cat Defender post of July 21, 2008 entitled "Janosch Survives Being Sent Through the Post from Bayern to the Rhineland.")

The Kittens Were All Tuckered Out after the Big Celebration on April 21st 

It is however cats such as Emily, China, Spice, Ginger, and Mandarin that become trapped inside the holds of cargo ships and are thus transported halfway around the world that receive the greatest amount of attention from the media. (See Cat Defender posts of December 9, 2005, May 17, 2007, July 16, 2007, August 11, 2008, and September 8, 2010 entitled, respectively, "An Adventurous Wisconsin Cat Named Emily Makes an Unscheduled Trip to France in the Hold of a Cargo Ship," "A North Carolina Shelter Is Plotting to Kill a Cat That Survived Being Trapped for Thirty-Five Days in the Cargo Hold of a Ship from China," "Accidentally Trapped in a Shipping Crate, a Calico Cat Named Spice Survives a Nineteen-Day Sea Voyage from Hawaii to San Bernardino," "Trapped Inside a Crate, Ginger Laps Up Condensation in Order to Survive a Nightmarish Sea Voyage from China to Nottinghamshire," and "Mandarin Survives a Long and Harrowing Sea Voyage from China to Canada Only to Wind Up in Hock to the Calgary Humane Society.")

Cats that live through such grueling and death-defying ordeals are the exception to the rule, however, in that the number of them that perish under such circumstances, such as Malli, surely must be off the charts. (See Cat Defender posts of March 21, 2008 and April 25, 2008 entitled, respectively, "Malli Survives a Thirty-Two-Day Voyage from Johor Bahru to Cleveland Trapped Inside a Shipping Crate" and "After Surviving a Lengthy and Hellish Confinement at Sea, Malli Dies Unexpectedly in Foster Care.")

Cats that are shanghaied aboard freighters and ferries only rarely find their way back home but both Colin's and Poussey triumphed over simply outrageously bad luck. (See Cat Defender posts of May 31, 2007 and July 25, 2014 entitled, respectively, "Port Taranaki Kills Off Its World Famous Seafaring Feline, Colin's, at Age Seventeen" and "Poussey Overcomes a Surprise Boat Ride to Dover, a Stint on Death Row, and Being Bandied About Like the Flying Dutchman in Order to Finally Make It Home to La Havre.")

Those cats that through sheer perseverance and luck are somehow able to triumph over the difficulties that they run into with the various forms of modern-day conveyance belong to a select club of less that one per cent; the remainder perish. The number of those survivors that in turn are successfully reunited with their original owners, usually via implanted microchips, is even smaller.

Accordingly, if there is one area in which WTV has been remiss in its otherwise superlative care of Schneewittchen and her kittens it has has been in its halfhearted efforts to locate her previous owner. Assuming that media reports are accurate, the only initiatives that it has undertaken in that regard have been on social media.

Individuals and groups that spend a lion's share of their time online and on their mobile telephones are prone to committing the faux pas of assuming that the remainder of the world behaves in a similar fashion and that simply is not true. On the contrary, a fair portion of people still have real jobs that they work, families and cats that they take care of, and lives of their own to lead and as a result they have little time and use for social media. They accordingly still receive the bulk of their news and information from traditional media and by mundlich.

WTV accordingly should have found out from the trucking company which German city Schneewittchen was picked up in and thereafter to have contacted local rescue groups, the media, and veterinarians. That chore could have been expeditiously and economically facilitated by sending out e-mail letters containing photographs of her.

Based solely upon her appearance, demeanor, and good health, her previous owner likely is distraught over losing such a lovely cat. Furthermore, that individual could still be futilely beating the bushes for her while she is hundreds of miles away.

Despite its shortcomings in that regard, WTV has set an example as to how that all rescue groups should treat homeless cats and their kittens. The first and foremost tenet of any halfway just and humane policy toward them consists in recognizing their inalienable right to exist.

Schneewittchen and Her Kittens Together for One of the Last Times

The second objective is to provide them with the safety, shelter, sustenance, and veterinary care that they require in order to live. Finally, the third requirement consists of securing good homes for them.

"Aktuell stehen die Gesundheit und das Wachstum der Tiere im Vordergrund," the organization told the Kleine Zeitung on March 22nd. (See "Sechs Junge für einen blinden Katzen-Passagier.")

What that means is unclear but some rescue groups forcibly wean kittens at about eight weeks. Ideally, they never should be separated from their mothers.

Rather, the decision as to when to wean them should be left exclusively to their mothers. In fact, it is not uncommon for some mothers to allow their offspring to nurse for as long as a year.

Even once the weaning has been completed, some kittens remain steadfastly at their mothers' sides for the remainder of their lives. For instance, they continue to groom each other, sleep together, share parenting chores, and are practically inseparable.

It therefore would be best if WTV had both the patience and resources to sit back and allow nature to take its course but that is not about to happen. If it has not done so already, it is sure to sterilize, vaccinate, and microchip Schneewittchen and each of her kittens.

That in turn will mean the end of Schneewittchen's line. Soon after that she and her still, as far as it is known, unnamed kittens will be parceled out to various homes where they are destined never see each other again.

Perhaps such a sad dénouement is unavoidable under the circumstances but there can be little denying that extinguishing such a noble and healthy genetic line is a crying shame. The same likewise can be said for breaking up such a happy family. The only concession that WTV has been willing to make in that regard so far has been to announces April 22nd on its Facebook page that it is planning to adopt out the kittens in pairs.

The very best that therefore can be wished for them is that WTV will do its due diligence and place each of them in loving homes. Who knows but there might even be a fairy prince in Schneewittchen's future. If not, perhaps she and her six kittens would be willing to accept the guardianship of seven kindhearted and benevolent dwarves, that is, if there are any of them still to be found in this old, jaded, and worn-out world.

Photos: Wiener Tierschutzverein.

Sunday, April 08, 2018

A Rare Behind the Scenes Glimpse at the Ruthless Murders of Two Cats by an Indiana Veterinarian Exposes All Those Who Claim That Lethal Injections Are Humane to Be Barefaced Liars

The Butcher of Knightstown, James A. Wilson

"Look, just stop. I'll take him home. I'll put a bullet in his head. It would be a much kinder way for him to go."
-- Ditty's unidentified female owner

Evil and moralless men and women always have been around but it used to be that the hideous crimes that they perpetrated against cats were pretty much confined to specific geographic locations. Technological advances have changed all of that and nowadays there is not a corner of the planet that is safe from their wicked designs.

Perhaps even more importantly has been the invention of language which has made possible not only the dissemination of lies but worldwide indoctrination as well. "Language was our secret weapon, and as soon as we got language we became a really dangerous species," biologist Mark Pagel of the University of Reading told The New York Times on April 25, 2011. (See "Ancient Clicks Hint Language Is Africa-Born.")

It therefore might not be unfair to conclude that a good share of the world's evils have their genesis in the corruption of language. Take for instance the ancient Greek word euthanasía which literally means an easy death. Much later in history its meaning was expanded to include the snuffing out of the lives of animals and, on rare occasions, humans that were deemed to be suffering from incurable diseases and conditions. Today, its connotation has been so corrupted as to encompass the wholesale slaughter of tens of millions of cats and other animals all around the world each year simply because their owners are, inter alia, to cheap to medicate them, too lazy to care for them, or simply want rid of them for a variety of reasons.

To make a long story short, euthanasia has now become synonymous with cold-blooded murder. Almost as importantly as the commission of these dastardly deeds themselves, there is absolutely nothing either painless or humane about these so-called euthanizations regardless of whatever guises that they may take or how pretty the language that animal owners, shelters, and veterinarians employ in order to cloak the ugly truth.

Another huge problem is that owners, shelters, and veterinarians carry out their diabolical atrocities in secret and far from the prying eyes and ears of the hoi polloi. Out of sight accordingly translates into out of mind.

Now thanks to two complaints filed with Indiana Attorney General Curtis Theophilus Hill, Jr., the public has been made privy to exactly what goes on behind the scenes in the surgeries of veterinarians who not only kill cats but for a handsome profit as well. Specifically, on January 5th Hill filed a complaint with the Indiana Board of Veterinary Examiners (IBVE) in Indianapolis alleging that sixty-four-year-old practitioner James A. Wilson, operator of the Knightstown Veterinary Hospital at 8562 West US 40, had failed to "humanely, kindly, and peacefully euthanize two cats." Knightstown, located fifty-one kilometers east of Indianapolis, is perhaps best known to the outside world as the setting of the 1986 basketball movie, Hoosiers.

The first complaint concerns a fifteen-year-old cat named Sweetpea that Wilson dispatched to the devil on February 13, 2016. In behavior more commonly associated with the bulldogs that he breeds as an avocation than that befitting an animal doctor, Wilson began his assault upon Sweetpea by roughly removing her from her carrier and then grabbing her by the scruff of her neck. He next bound the front paws of the allegedly sick and purring female with masking tape before proceeding to tie one of her rear appendages to the examination table with a piece of twine.

"Please don't do that to her," Sweetpea's unidentified female owner reportedly pleaded with him according to The Star Press of Muncie's February 6th edition. (See "Veterinarian Accused of Cruel Euthanizations.") "Please don't treat her like that."

Not only did Wilson demonstrate the bedside manner of a boa constrictor on that occasion but he also was in such a hellfire hurry that he had great difficulty even locating a vein into which to inject the poison that was destined to rob Sweetpea of her precious life. All of that ultimately proved to be too much for the woman to witness.

After she had withdrawn, her father stormed into the killing theatre and demanded of Wilson why that he had Sweetpea stretched out and trussed to the examining table. The vet responded by telling him that he was scared to death that the cat was going to bite him and if that happened he would have to cut off her head and send it to a laboratory for analysis.

All of that is, of course, pure nonsense. First of all, anyone who does not possess the prerequisite savoir-faire in order to properly restrain a cat does not have any business practicing veterinary medicine. Equally importantly, it is difficult to see how that such an obviously callous and incompetent individual could even begin to properly treat any cat.

The most likely explanation to that conundrum is that Wilson considers all the cats that he is being paid to kill as garbage and therefore does not recognize any need whatsoever to treat them as sentient beings. It additionally is entirely conceivable that killing cats constitutes a lion's share of his practice and with that being the case he has forgotten how to humanely treat any cat that has the misfortune to wind up at his surgery. His modus operandi is therefore to whack them as quickly and expeditiously as possible, collect his blood money, and then move on to other patients.

Secondly, while it is certainly possible that there could be an Indiana statute on the books that mandates the beheading of all cats that bite individuals, such a law is pure madness. Au contraire, if anyone is to be decapitated it should be lamebrains like Wilson and certainly not any cat.

Much more importantly, it is difficult to understand how that any practitioner of veterinary medicine could possibly avoid being occasionally scratched and bitten by his feline patients. "Those who'll play with cats must expect to be scratched," Miguel de Cervantes pointed out a long time ago.

Despite the hysterical rantings of cat-haters and the uninformed, scratches are not any big deal. They may sting and even bleed a little but that is pretty much the extent of the damage that they inflict upon recipients. Nevertheless, they should be irrigated with either soap and water, iodine, zinc, hydrogen peroxide, or vinegar as a precautionary measure but that is about all the attention that they normally require.

Bites are an altogether different matter owing to the bacteria that cats carry around with them in their mouths. Even so, they usually can be remedied through irrigation, a squeezing out of any residual blood that comes to the surface, and an application of such common over-the-counter antibiotics as bacitracin, neomycin sulfate, and polymyxin b sulfate.

Depending upon the location of the wound, it may be necessary to bandage it so as to keep the antibiotics in situ. If any complications other than a minimal degree of swelling should develop, a trip to a doctor's office for stronger antibiotics would be perhaps advisable.

Finally as far as this topic is concerned, there could not possibly be so much as a shred of validity in Wilson's thinking given that just about all owners are accidentally scratched and bitten by their cats from time to time. Besides, if any veterinarian adhered to his asinine advice he soon would find himself not only bereft of feline patients altogether but also in court defending himself against unlawful death lawsuits as well as larceny charges.

With the money on the table, Wilson was not about to allow Sweetpea to escape with her life and through sheer perseverance he was able to eventually locate a vein to serve as the conduit for his poison. Her death, however, was anything but quick and painless as proponents of these so-called euthanizations so often allege.

Instead, she was put through what can only be termed as pure hell which first saw her go into convulsions which were followed by twitching spams. She then began to flail about as she gasped for breath with her tongue hanging out of her diminutive mouth. The Star Press fails to disclose how long this torture session went on but it nevertheless did prove to be too much for the owner's father to watch and he, too, soon marched out of the examining room.

In his defense, Wilson has packed off the blame for this debacle onto the tiny shoulders of totally innocent Sweetpea herself for her refusal to, in the immortal words of Welsh poet Dylan Thomas, "go gentle into that good night." "Everybody who deals with cats realizes that cats aren't generally willing participants in some things...," he philosophized to The Star Press. "They don't magically hold still."

While he was at it, he chastised Sweetpea for having been a difficult cat to annihilate. "(During euthanization) cats occasionally...have a reaction period and become excited. It's a well-known fact," he averred to The Star Press. "This was one of the worst excitements I have ever seen."

Her owner likewise did not escape his censure. "I understand people love their cats...but you have to pick them up and get them out of their cage (sic)...," he continued to The Star Press. "This lady was very, very soft-hearted. We got it out of the cage and it screamed."

He finished up by invoking the time-honored scared to death rationale. "I have to protect myself, my employees and my customers...," he declared self-righteously to The Star Press. "If it bites somebody, legally its head has to come off or it has to be quarantined for seven days."

To sum up. Wilson has amateurishly attempted to blame this horribly botched killing upon everyone involved except himself. C'est-à-dire, he is not a cold-blooded murderer, a brute, and an incompetent but rather every bit as innocent as a newborn lamb.

The second complaint concerns an eight-year-old male named Ditty that Wilson whacked under similarly appalling circumstances on July 3, 2017. On that unpleasant occasion, the blundering nitwit jabbed the cat in his back legs with a needle about fifteen times in an unsuccessful effort to locate a vein. Quickly tiring of that futile exercise, he instead stabbed Ditty directly in the heart with the needle without the benefit of first anesthetizing him.

Before that had happened Ditty had screamed his lungs out in a last-ditch plea that his life be spared and in doing so he inadvertently bit his female owner on the nose. That in turn caused a shower of blood to rain down on the killing mat and sent the woman scurrying for cover in the waiting room.

When she returned a short time later the blood now was in her eye and she had malice aforethought in her heart. "Look, just stop. I'll take him home," she reportedly instructed Wilson. "I'll put a bullet in his head. It would be a much kinder way for him to go."

Such reprehensible thinking on the part of owners is neither uncommon nor always attributable to veterinary incompetence. For example, Brian Burgess of Sandyford in Staffordshire took exception to the £141.59 that an unidentified veterinarian charged him for killing off his sixteen-year-old unidentified female on December 16, 2011 after she had suffered a stroke.

"Do I take her home and watch her die in agony, take her down to the canal with a brick around her neck, or simply belt her across the head with a hammer?" the callous cheapskate groused to The Sentinel of Stoke and Staffordshire on January 10, 2012. (See "£141 Put My Pet Cat to Sleep.")

As was the case with Sweetpea, Wilson once again has pinned the blame for this botched liquidation on everyone involved except himself. "This cat was extremely sick and it was not holding still," he complained to The Star Press.

He then trained his sights on Ditty's owner. "The owner was wanting to help hold her (sic) still but she is not trained to do that," he explained to The Star Press. "But sometimes clients insist. What are you going to do, argue with them?"

He is on target, however, in denouncing the owner's alternative plan. "Saying you're going to shoot it with a gun is ridiculous," he told The Star Press. "I did the best I could under the circumstances."

Lastly, he has blamed the difficulty of the task itself. "Sometimes veins are very difficult to get into," he explained to The Star Press. "We (sic) try to avoid intracardiac injections unless they are anesthetized, but this one kept pulling away."

In other words, Ditty richly deserved his all-consuming fear, stress, suffering, a fatal stab wound to the heart and, above all, to be robbed of his right to live. Mercifully, the entire civilized world has not gone completely bonkers.

Wilson has "failed to exercise the reasonable care and diligence ordinarily exercised by members of his profession in similar cases under like circumstances," Hill argues in his complaint to the IBVE. He accordingly is asking it to discipline him by, inter alia, issuing him a letter of reprimand, fining him an unspecified amount, requiring him to go back to veterinary school, placing him on probation, or either suspending or revoking his license.

At least four conclusions can readily be drawn from the murders of Sweetpea and Ditty. First of all, despite the affirmations of Wilson and their owners both cats quite obviously had plenty of life left in them.

Secondly, they clearly did not want to die and that petit fait is graphically demonstrated by the spirited struggles that they waged in order to go on living. Thirdly, there cannot be any disputing that they suffered tremendous physical and psychological pain during their last minutes on this earth. Fourthly, both cats were roughly handled and abused by Wilson and their owners.

Although there are not any data to support a firm conclusion that the way in which Wilson treated Seeetpea and Ditty is the norm in veterinary circles, it is strongly suspected that is indeed the case. The only exception would be those rare instances where cats are already on their last gasps and therefore too far gone in order to put up much in the way of resistance. That in turn makes killing them superfluous.

Lethal injections likewise are not a humane way of killing kittens. On the contrary, newborns are very much alive and correspondingly feel pain very intensely.

What kindhearted and caring owners should do instead is to make ailing cats comfortable at home and to cradle them in their laps. That is anything but a pleasant task but in this world individuals should be willing to accept the tears that follow the laughter, the infirmities of old age that supplant the vigor of youth and, above all, that horrible descent into oblivion that ultimately usurps even life itself.

Cassandra James Pled Guilty to Drug Charges

For their part cats never willingly forsake their owners and the latter should be willing to reciprocate by going the last mile with them. (See Cat Defender post of July 27, 2013 entitled "Instead of Killing Her Off with a Jab of Sodium Pentobarbital and Then Burning Her Corpse, Ian Remains Steadfast at His Guardian's Side Long after Her Death.")

Some of them even hang around to the bitter end with individuals that they hardly even know. (See Cat Defender posts of July 30, 2007 and May 27, 2010 entitled, respectively, "A Visit from Oscar Means That the Grim Reaper Cannot Be Far Behind for the Terminally Ill at a Rhode Island Nursing Home" and "When Lovers, Friends, Health, and All Hope Have Vanished, Oscar Is There for Those Who Have No One and Nothing Left.")

Even the ringing down of the final curtain does not put an end to conscientious owners' obligations to their cats. Rather, the departed must be given a proper memorial service, a fitting burial, and a tombstone. By contrast, veterinarians and shelters simply toss the remains of their victims in the trash.

Cats that still have plenty of life left in them, such as Sweetpea and Ditty, should be allowed to go on living. Furthermore, any halfway just and compassionate society would mandate by law that they be provided with the top-notch veterinary care that they so richly need and deserve regardless of whether their owners can afford it or not.

As reprehensibly as Wilson botched the killings of Sweetpea and Ditty, his conduct in that regard is far from being the worst in recent memory. For example in June of 2011, Mandy Raab of Donnington outside of Telford in Shropshire dropped off her tuxedoes, Maddy and Tammy, at Wrekin Veterinary Practice in nearby Wellington to be sterilized.

While examining Maddy, the practitioners noticed that she had an injured leg and accordingly advised her owner that she should be killed. Given that cats can get along just fine on three appendages, that should have served as a warning to Raab that the surgery was not operating on the level.

It did not, however, and she instead gave the veterinarians the green light to go ahead and kill Maddy. Being incompetent boobs, however, they got the cats mixed up and killed Tammy instead.

Instead of leaving bad enough alone, Raab next instructed the veterinarians to make a tabula rasa of that debacle by polishing off Maddy as originally planned. (See Cat Defender post of July 28, 2011 entitled "Tammy and Maddy Are Forced to Pay the Ultimate Price after Their Owner and an Incompetent Veterinarian Elect to Play Russian Roulette with Their Lives.")

In Wilson's case, this is far from being the first time that he has been called on the carpet by the authorities. For instance, during 2013 and 2014 he wrote multiple prescriptions for Alprazolam (Xanax) allegedly for two dogs, Cujo and Bear, but the drugs were actually used by his then employee and fiancée, thirty-four-year-old Cassandra James.

She later was charged with burglarizing the animal hospital in order to steal additional drugs. Although the authorities originally charged her with five counts of forgery and twenty counts of drug possession, they eventually allowed her to plead guilty to only four counts of possession. The Star Press skirts the issue but it is unlikely that she served any time in jail.

Her boss and lover on the other hand was originally charged with no fewer than twenty-five counts of illegally dealing and dispensing drugs but on January 4th Hill dropped those charges in exchange Wilson's pleading guilty to one count of failing to make, keep, and furnish records of his surgery's controlled substances. Even then he was let off with probation.

"Those charges should never have been filed in the first place," he defiantly told The Star Press. "They didn't have a case."

While he was at it, Hill last summer attempted to get the IBVE to suspend Wilson's license to practice veterinary medicine but he was rebuffed. The state "did not show through clear and convincing evidence that Wilson was a clear and immediate danger to the public health and safety if allowed to continue to practice," it ruled at that time.

Following his guilty plea in January, the IBVE did place him on indefinite probation and order him back to school in order to brush up on his recordkeeping skills. It also mandated that he undergo a veterinarian well-being assessment.

The board's ruling raises two puzzling issues. First of all, since Wilson voluntarily surrendered his Drug Enforcement Administration license to prescribe drugs in 2014 it is difficult to see how that the recordkeeping classes are going to profit either him or the state unless he is planning to have his license reinstated. Secondly, it is hard to imagine how that he is still able to practice veterinary medicine without being able to prescribe drugs to his patients. He accordingly must be relying upon the assistance of another licensed veterinarian to write the prescriptions that he prescribes.

As was the case with his botched liquidations of Sweetpea and Ditty, Wilson is blaming his drug problems on someone else. "The pending criminal charges were related to prescriptions that were improperly obtained by an employee of his practice, who he was also in a romantic relationship with at that time," the IBVE concluded by way of refusing to suspend his license.

About the only thing exculpatory that can be said about that situation is that it is not uncommon for an older man, such as Wilson, to lose his head over a younger woman. It also is far preferable that the dangerous drugs found their way into James' system rather than into Cujo, Bear, and cats.

Furthermore, mood-altering drugs, such as Alprazolam, never should be given to cats, dogs, and other animals under any circumstances. They have their own unique personalities and moods and should be left to them. Those individuals who do not like them as they are should stay away from them and confine their socializing to their doped-up human counterparts.

"Love the animals. God has given them the rudiments of thought and joy untroubled," Fyodor Dostoevsky wrote in his 1879 novel, The Brothers Karamazov. "Don't trouble it, don't harass them, don't deprive them of their happiness, don't work against God's intent."

Besides, Alprazolam is an extremely dangerous drug for humans to play around with, let alone animals. For example, its side effects can include paranoia, suicide, memory and coordination impairment, and even death. Nevertheless, the wholesale prescribing of harmful drugs to cats and dogs has become, like whacking them, a popular and profitable sideline for both veterinarians and the drug manufacturers themselves.

While it is not known how big of a racket this is, it nevertheless is strongly suspected that it rivals the medical profession's unconscionable fobbing off of oxycodone and fentanyl to gullible and uninformed members of the public, such as the late rocker Tom Petty who died on October 2nd of last year. (See The New York Times, January 19, 2018, "Tom Petty Died from Accidental Drug Overdose Involving Opiods, Coroner Says.")

Given his tendency to always blame others for his own mistakes, it is only fitting that Wilson now is claiming that Hill and his subordinates are pursuing a vendetta against him. "They got beat (on the drug charges) and are not happy about it, and they're doing everything they can to try and stir up trouble and put me out of business," he railed to The Star Press. "They were searching and searching...They interviewed all of my former employees over the last five years trying to find something. I'm fighting this to the end."

Hill's mouthpiece, Bill McCleery, vociferously disagrees. "The Office of Attorney General Curtis Hill cannot initiate a licensing investigation unless we receive a complaint from outside of the office," he argued to The Star Press. "Legal actions are taken to hold individuals or entities accountable. To suggest that our office would engage in anything but ethical behavior is absurd."

The IBVE is expected to convene a hearing on Hill's complaint against Wilson sometime later this month but it would be shocking if it took any meaningful action against him. After all, considering that it was unwilling to pull his license in spite of his numerous violations of the drug laws, it is not about to do so because of how horribly he mistreated Sweetpea and Ditty.

That is true for at least three reasons. First of all, few individuals either within or outside the veterinary medical profession care so much as one whit about the millions of cats that are systematically exterminated each year across the United States by veterinarians, shelters, Animal Control officers, and cops.

Secondly, killing cats puts an awful lot of money in the coffers of veterinarians. Thirdly, all veterinary oversight bodies, such as the IBVE, the Royal College of Veterinary Surgeons in London, and the Conseil régional de l'ordre des vétérinaires Picardie in Armiens, exist solely in order to protect their own interests and those of their members and that select group most definitely does not include cats. (See Cat Defender posts of June 17, 2010 and January 19, 2012 entitled, respectively, "A Veterinarian Gets Away with Almost Killing Felix but Is Nailed by the Royal College of Veterinary Surgeons for Not Paying Her Dues" and "A Veterinary Watchdog Group Not Only Allows an Incompetent Substitute Practitioner to Get Away with Killing Junior but Scolds His Owner for Complaining.")

It is pretty much impossible to know exactly how many cats that veterinarians kill each year. That is attributable first of all to a total lack of interest on the part of private individuals, rescue groups, and politicians to undertake even so much as a cursory inquiry into the matter.

The issue is further complicated by the fact that veterinarians also hire out their killing expertise to shelters, research laboratories, zoos, circuses, the sports industry, and the entertainment business. For what little it is worth, the Humane Society of the United States in Washington estimates that American animal shelters alone kill three to four million cats and dogs annually and of that total 2.7 million of them are adoptable. Even those deemed to be unadoptable could be sent to TNR colonies and sanctuaries and that in turn strongly implies that one-hundred per cent of all those killings are unnecessary.

Those owners who employ veterinarians, such as Wilson, as their designated triggermen fall into two broad categories. The members of the first group ludicrously claim that they are so hard up as to be totally unable to afford to even purchase food for their cats.

They even have their apologists. "(Owners sometimes just can't) provide what that animal needs due to changes in their family finances or job changes that have caused them to have a tighter budget," Barbara Hutcherson of Lost Dog and Cat Rescue in Arlington, Virginia, averred to USA Today on June 7, 2014. (See "Euthanizing Pets Increasing as Vet Costs Rise.") "The saddest thing that I see in my e-mail inbox is probably when someone needs to give up an older pet that they have had for many years because the care has become so expensive."

That is sans doute some of the most outrageous balderdash ever uttered! Contrary to what she and the capitalist media would have the world to believe, there is not any food shortage in the United States.

The feeding of one or two cats accordingly is well within the budgets of even those that live on welfare. They might have to slack off on their boozing, doping, gambling, whoring, and gluttony but feeding a few cats does not pose a financial hardship on anyone.

Rescue groups even dole out a certain amount of cat food gratis to those owners who are too cheap to spend their own precious shekels on their cats' diet. Even when commercial cat food is not available, their companions can get by just fine on human food. That is precisely what they did until kibble and canned tuna became popular in the 1950's.

It therefore is the epitome of dishonesty to claim that Americans are undernourished; au contraire, they are the world's number one gluttons, not to mention being stingy and wasteful to boot. The federal government spends $79 billion annually on Food Stamps and on top of that there are WIC coupons.

Seemingly every church in the country hands out bags of food, which they obtain from the feds, and there are soup kitchens in practically every neighborhood. For instance, New York City has around four-hundred of them and that does not even begin to take into consideration those groups that hand out food on the street.

Even if worse came to worst dedicated owners could feed their cats by raiding Dumpsters and collecting the boxes of food that are left at the curb on trash collection days. Even individuals who have lost practically everything that they once had nonetheless somehow manage to retain custody of their cats though they may be living on the street in cardboard boxes.

Individuals such as Hannelore Schmedes and Mamoru Demizu have even turned to crime in order to feed their cats. Such expedients almost always prove to be only temporarily successful in that sooner or later the thieves are apprehended by the authorities and their cats once again wind up either going hungry or in direr straits. (See Cat Defender post of February 12, 2011 entitled "A Disabled Former Casino Worker Is Sent to Jail for Shoplifting Food in Order to Feed Her Twelve Cats" and The Telegraph of London, December 12, 2013, "Cat Burglar: Japanese Man Steals £112,000 to Feed His One-Hundred-Twenty Cats.")

There is even a limited amount of veterinary care available to the cats and dogs of the homeless. For example on July 30th of last year, two groups attended to the pets of about sixty individuals who then were living in a shantytown located in the riverbed of the Santa Ana River Trail in Anaheim.

"We launched this program because we know there are many services for homeless people but not for their pets," Mark Malo of the Garden Grove Dog and Cat Hospital told The Orange County Register of Anaheim on July 31, 2017. (See "Veterinarians Treat Homeless Pets at Santa Ana River Trail for Free.") "These people are dedicated to their animals. They would go without their own meals to feed them."

It therefore seems fair to conclude that if the universally despised homeless can find a way to feed their cats and dogs that the so-called respectable bourgeoisie do not have a valid excuse for failing to do likewise. It is a pity, however, that the compassionate work performed by Malo and his colleagues was undone a short time later by the gendarmes who unceremoniously not only evicted the squatters but their pets as well from the Santa Ana River Trail.

Being either unable or unwilling to pay the exorbitant fees that are charged in order to treat ailing cats is likewise not a valid reason for owners to instead pay veterinarians smaller sums to kill them. Nonetheless, that is precisely the course of action chosen by owners with bargain basement moralities.

Indiana Attorney General Curtis Theophilus Hill, Jr.

The large number of cats that veterinarians sentence to die on their own by cruelly and inhumanely withholding treatment must also be added to the total that they liquidate for economic reasons. (See Cat Defender posts of March 19, 2014 and July 16, 2010 entitled respectively, "Cheap and Greedy Moral Degenerates at PennVet Extend Their Warmest Christmas Greetings to an Impecunious, but Preeminently Treatable, Cat Via a Jab of Sodium Pentobarbital" and "Tossed Out the Window of a Car Like an Empty Beer Can, Injured Chattanooga Kitten Is Left to Die after at Least Two Veterinarians Refused to Treat It.")

It is not easy to delineate exactly where economic considerations give way to convenience killings, but it is strongly suspected that the latter is even more prevalent than the former. Of course, few owners are willing to call it that; rather, they make up outrageous lies about not wanting to see their cats suffer.

As is the case with economic euthanasia, convenience killing not only has its legions of supporters but many individuals, groups, and institutions who have nothing but praise for veterinarians and shelters who do owners' dirty work for them by whacking their cats. For instance, Karen Brulliard of The Washington Post can hardly manage to put stylo to papier without crying a proverbial river for them. (See Cat Defender post of September 30, 2005 entitled "The Morally Bankrupt Washington Post Pens a Love Letter to Shelter Workers Who Exterminate Cats and Dogs.")

The Austin Chronicle is another publication that is madly in love with cat and dog killers. (See Cat Defender post of November 23, 2005 entitled "A Texas Newspaper Defends Pet Genocide by Publishing Graphic Photographs of Shelter Workers Exterminating a Dog.")

The American Veterinary Medical Association (AVMA) does not have anything against convenience euthanizations and, despite toning down its anti-cat rhetoric somewhat in recent years, it still steadfastly refuses to recognize that homeless cats have any right whatsoever to even exist. (See AVMA press release of January 11, 2016, "AVMA Approves Updated Policy on Free-Roaming Abandoned and Feral Cats" and Alley Cat Allies' press release of January 25, 2016, "AVMA Revises 'Free-Roaming Abandoned and Feral Cat' Policy.")

The Canadian Veterinary Medical Association likewise fully supports convenience euthanizations. (See The Canadian Press via the CBC, May 22, 2017, "Advocates Calling to End Euthanization of Healthy Pets for Owners' Convenience.")

This deplorable situation has gotten so far out of hand that there is even an organization, Compassion Understood of Rugby in Warwickshire, that exists to make killing cats "as smooth and stress-free as possible for all concerned." (See Your Cat Magazine of Grantham in Lincolnshire, April 21, 2016, "Online End-of-Life Training for Vet Practices Launched.")

When it comes to not only the prettying-up of the god-awful liquidation of wholesale numbers of cats but also the transforming of doing so into something akin to a social obligation, no one or group can hold so much as a candle to Ingrid E. Newkirk and her band of villains and inveterate liars at PETA. Specifically, she and her brainwashed apostles of death gallivant all over the world and across the Internet preaching the gospel that no homeless cat has any right whatsoever to even exist.

In accordance with such a warped morality, the organization is vehemently opposed to not only TNR but also the feeding of homeless cats by purely private individuals and groups. (See Cat Defender post of August 24, 2017 entitled "The Brutal Murders of a Trio of Atlantic City's Boardwalk Cats Provide an Occasion for the Local Rag and PETA to Whoop It Up and to Break Open the Champagne.")

To merely accuse PETA of simply hating homeless cats would not do justice to its perverted agenda; actually, it hates all cats and is dedicated to their eradication from the face of the earth. To begin with, it wants to make it illegal for individuals to even own them.

"It is time we demand an end to the misguided concept of animal ownership," Newkirk has mouthed on more than one occasion. "(We should) return to a more symbiotic relationship (with animals) -- enjoyment at a distance."

Such an agenda dovetails nicely with the organization's rabid ailurophobia in that if cats no longer had owners to shield and protect them it therefore would have a free hand in order to eliminate them at will. Needless to say, if PETA had its way there soon would no longer be any cats left for anyone to enjoy at any distance.

PETA likewise is opposed to securing homes for abandoned and lost cats. "Adoption can be bad -- far worse than euthanasia," Newkirk insanely claims.

Furthermore, the organization looks down its long, dirty schnoz at no-kill operations. "These people aren't in the trenches, they're on Facebook," the group's Daphne Nachminovitch told Slate on May 19, 2014. (See "Animal Rights Advocates Are Fighting Like Cats and Dogs over No-Kill Shelters.") "They believe that anyone who is compassionate and loves animals can run a shelter, but bad management leads to hoarding, bad adoptions, and cage deaths."

As utterly reprehensible as its rhetoric may be, PETA's praxis is even worse. For instance, it operates a fleet of death vans that travel the back roads of southern Virginia and northern North Carolina trapping and picking up cats and dogs from the streets and fields. It also steals them from the grounds of private residences and even inveigles shelters to surrender them to its representatives under the guise that they are going to find good homes for them.

In reality, none of those animals ever make it out of PETA's death chariots alive; instead, they are administered lethal injections and then their corpses are deposited in private Dumpsters. (See Cat Defender posts of January 29, 2007 and February 9, 2007 entitled, respectively, "PETA's Long History of Killing Cats and Dogs Is Finally Exposed in a North Carolina Courtroom" and "Verdict in PETA Trial: Littering Is a Crime but Not the Mass Slaughter of Innocent Cats and Dogs," plus The Virginian-Pilot of Norfolk, articles dated December 1, 2014 and February 27, 2015 and entitled, respectively, "Man Says PETA Took His Dog from Porch, Killed Her" and "PETA 'Devastated' after Dog Taken from Porch Is Euthanized.")

Those cats and dogs that somehow manage to make it inside the doors of its shelter in Norfolk do not fare any better in that up to ninety-eight per cent of them are killed shortly after their arrival. Such a policy also conveniently relieves the organization of the necessity of having spend any of the estimated $40 million that it takes in annually on feeding, medicating, sheltering, and adopting out those animals.

All of that, no matter how damning, is old news. Considerably less well understood is PETA's killing modus operandi.

Whereas it is generally conceded by most sensible individuals that killing up to thirty cats at a time in gas chambers, such as shelters in Utah, North Carolina, and other states routinely do, is cruel and barbaric, the time has come to ask just how humane are the lethal injections that PETA touts so vociferously and administers so profusely to innocent and defenseless cats? (See Cat Defender posts of November 12, 2011 and February 7, 2012 entitled, respectively, "The Multiple Attempts Made Upon Andrea's Life Graphically Demonstrate the Urgent Need for an Immediate Ban on the Killing of All Shelter Animals" and "Long-Suffering Andrea Finally Secures a Permanent Home after Incredibly Surviving Quadruple Attempts Made on Her Life by an Unrepentant Utah Shelter.")

"Our service is to provide a peaceful and painless death to animals no one wants," Newkirk has proclaimed on numerous occasions. Since outside observers are not permitted inside PETA's death vans, its Norfolk shelter, and the offices of the veterinarians who do its dirty work for it, no one really know for sure just how "peaceful" and "painless" its executions are in reality.

These egomaniacal frauds also ludicrously claim that cats find being whacked to be a pleasurable experience. "The veterinarian immediately put the suffering cat out of his misery, giving him more comfort in his final moments than he had likely known for much of his life," the organization's Alisa Mullins said in reference to a cat that PETA stole off of the streets and then executed in 2011. (See Cat Defender post of October 7, 2011 entitled "PETA Traps and Kills a Cat and Then Shamelessly Goes Online in Order to Brag about Its Criminal and Foul Deed.")

As the premeditated murders of Sweetpea and Ditty have graphically demonstrated, cats never go willingly to the gallows and that petit fait alone calls into question Newkirk's and Mullins' claims about such killings as "peaceful," "painless," and a "comfort." Even more revealing, Newkirk's own behavior flatly contradicts her own self-serving propaganda.

Before founding PETA, she operated a shelter in Washington, DC, where she did away with her inmates in much the same kind of mad killing frenzies as Robert Fawcett displayed when he liquidated one-hundred of his Siberian Huskies once he no longer needed their services following the close of the 2010 Winter Olympics in Vancouver. "I went to the front office all the time, and I would say, 'They are stepping on the animals, crushing them like grapes, and they don't care'," she revealed to The New Yorker on April 4, 2003. (See "The Woman Behind the Most Successful Radical Group in America.") "In the end, I would go to work early, before anyone got there, and I would just kill the animals myself. Because I couldn't stand to let them go through that. I must have killed thousands of them, sometimes dozens every day."

To have carried out that many murders each day and in such a short period of time Newkirk must have done to her animals what Wilson did to Ditty and that is to have stabbed each of them in the heart with needles and without the benefit of anesthesia. That accordingly raises the likelihood that PETA conducts business in its death vans and at its shelter in a similar fashion.

It therefore is high time that PETA either put up or shut up. If it truly believes that the thousands of executions that it performs each year are humane it should allow outside observers to witness them.

The deadly drugs that veterinarians and shelters dispense do not only kill cats and dogs but also birds and other wildlife that feed upon their carcasses whenever they are deposited in landfills. Traces of them also have been found in pet food and that strongly suggests that the corpses of cats and dogs are being sold to the manufacturers of pet food.

In that respect, it would be interesting to know how many wild animals that PETA has inadvertently killed through its being too cheap in order to properly dispose of the corpses of the animals that it indiscriminately slaughters en masse each year. It also is entirely conceivable that the lethal drugs employed in these wholesale eradications could be contaminating the earth and streams as well and as such that would make a worthy subject for the Environmental Protection Agency in Washington to investigate.

In spite of the wholesale crimes that it commits against cats and dogs, PETA remains a darling of the capitalist media. (See The Virginian-Pilot, February 27, 2015 editorial, "Taking Aim at PETA's Work.")

It also is illustrative to examine how radically different capital offenders, the majority of whom are most assuredly guilty as charged, are treated vis-à-vis totally innocent cats. For instance, the European Union and eighteen American states ban capital punishment and even in the remaining states where it is still legal candlelight vigils are held for the condemned, clerical intervention is common, politicians are called upon to show mercy, and last-minute appeals are made to the United States Supreme Court.

Even on those rare occasions when a condemned man is actually put to death, if he so much as twitches in pain a clarion call goes out from various sectors of society that the death penalty is cruel and immoral. That in turn has led to more than twenty European and American drug manufacturers to prohibit the use of their products in the taking of lives.

"Pfizer makes its products to enhance and save the lives of the patients we serve (and) strongly objects to the use of its products as lethal injections for capital punishment," the Manhattan-based pharmaceutical giant pontificated to The New York Times on May 13, 2016. (See "Pfizer Blocks the Use of Its Drugs in Executions.")

New York State Comptroller Thomas P. DiNapoli brushed aside Pfizer's highfalutin rhetoric in order to zero in on more practical considerations. "A company in the business of helping people is putting its reputation to risk when it supplies drugs for executions," he blowed to The New York Times. "The company is also risking association with botched executions, which opens it up to legal and financial damage."

By contrast, cats have never committed any crimes unless breathing is considered to be a capital offense. Yet, no one has ever seen a candlelight vigil outside of either a shelter or a veterinarian's office, the cats' pleas for mercy fall upon the deaf ears of the Talmud thumpers and Bible beaters, and their inalienable right to live and to be afforded due process of law is not part of the jurisprudence that judges and politicians dispense with such vigor and enthusiasm.

Furthermore as the murders of Sweetpea and Ditty have demonstrated, cats suffer truly horrible and prolonged deaths at the hands of veterinarians and shelter personnel and yet absolutely nobody ever demands that the makers of sodium pentobarbital, such as Akorn Pharmaceuticals and its subsidiary Oak Pharmaceuticals of Lake Forest, Illinois, and Aston Pharma of London, stop selling their products to those practitioners and institutions as well as to all research laboratories located on college campuses. The same scenario holds true for their extensive network of suppliers, such as Henry Schein of Dublin, Ohio, and compounding pharmacies, such as Heiber's of Pittsburgh, who ultimately make it possible for cat killers to not only stay in business but to continue laughing all the way to the bank.

The belief that individuals and institutions are endowed with a carte blanche right to kill cats for any or no reason is embedded so deeply in society that it even has corrupted the thinking and behavior of such renowned rescue groups such as Alley Cat Allies, Cats Protection, and the RSPCA. (See Cat Defender posts of January 2, 2013, February 17, 2016, and October 23, 2010 entitled, respectively, "Alley Cat Allies Demonstrates Its Utter Contempt for the Sanctity of Life by Unconscionably Killing Off Its Office Cat, Jared," "Cats Protection Races to Alfie's Side after His Owner Dies and He Winds Up on the Street, Swears It Is Going to Help Him, and Then Turns Around and Has Him Whacked," and "The RSPCA Steals and Executes Nightshift Who Was His Elderly Caretaker's Last Surviving Link to Her Dead Husband.")

The same holds true for those shelters that claim to be no-kill operations. (See Cat Defender posts of October 23, 2012 and July 29, 2010 entitled, respectively, "A Supposedly No-Kill Operation in Marblehead Betrays Sally and Snuffs Out Her Life Instead of Providing Her with a Home and Veterinary Care" and "The Benicia Vallejo Humane Society Is Outsourcing the Mass Killing of Kittens and Cats All the While Masquerading as as No-Kill Shelter.")

In the final analysis, there is not much point in appealing to veterinarians, shelters, rescue groups, and the drug manufacturers to mend their evil ways; most of them are such shameless whores for shekels that they gladly would pimp for even Satan himself. Politicians, jurists, and the clergy are ever worse rotters.

Together they form a tightly knit club which finds the wholesale suffering and killing of cats to be mutually beneficial. They like things the way they are and are equally determined that they remain unchanged.

What small glimmer of hope that there is lies with owners who have it well within their power to put all of these remorseless killers out of business once and for all time by ceasing to abuse, abandon and, above all, furnish the cats that keep their killing mills grinding. Even so, it would be naïve to think for one moment that the public disclosure of how ruthlessly and unconscionably Sweetpea and Ditty were treated is going to result in many owners having epiphanies.

For instance, the public disclosure of the murder of Spitz at the hands of the Oakland County Animal Shelter in Auburn Hills back in 2015 has not had any positive impact whatsoever upon how owners and shelters treat cats. (See Cat Defender post of July 31, 2015 entitled "The Cold-Blooded Murder of Spitz Once Again Exposes the Horrifying, Ugly, and Utter Appalling Truth about Not Only Shelters but Callous Owners and Phony-Baloney Animal Rights Groups as Well.")

"Human kindness is like a defective tap, the first gush may be impressive but the stream soon dries out," novelist Phyllis James once observed. When it comes to man's perennially abysmal mistreatment of cats, however, one can forget about getting anything out of the tap; the problem lies rather in the well itself and it always has been as dry as the Sahara Desert.

Meanwhile, the corruption and misuse of language continues unabated. After all, cats are not being murdered but rather euthanized, put down, put to sleep and, as far as the godly are concerned, gone to heaven.

They likewise do not suffer unimaginable physical and psychological horrors, but rather their deaths are quick, painless, and a welcomed comfort to them. Doubters, should any exist, need only to ask PETA, veterinarians, shelter operators, and the clergy and they will gladly set them straight in a hurry.

Photos: WXIN-TV of Indianapolis (Wilson), The Star Press (James), and WIBC-FM of Indianapolis (Hill).