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Saturday, May 18, 2013

Ted Williams and the National Audubon Society Issue a Call for Cats to be Poisoned with Tylenol® and Then Try to Lie Out of It

Cat Poisoning  Advocate Ted Williams
"There are two effective, humane alternatives to the cathell (sic) of TNR. One is Tylenol® (the human pain medication) -- a completely selective feral-cat (sic) poison. But the TNR lobby has blocked its registration for this use. The other is trap and euthanize (TE). TE is practiced by state and federal wildlife managers; but municipal TE needs to happen if the annihilation of native wildlife is to be significantly slowed."
-- Ted Williams of the National Audubon Society

Of the multitude of methods that ornithologists and wildlife biologists have racked their diseased gourds in order to come up with to kill cats poisoning them is by far the most insidious. That is because their totally innocent victims are left with no alternative other than to crawl off somewhere all by themselves in order to die prolonged and excruciatingly painful deaths.

Their corpses, twisted in pain, are rarely discovered and even when they are, whether it be by either their owners or rescue groups, necropsies are seldom performed and their untimely deaths thus remain unexplained mysteries. Almost as abhorrent, absolutely no one ever bothers to take these cold-blooded, premeditated murders seriously and as a consequence the masterminds behind them seldom, if ever, are arrested and brought to justice.

In spite of being cowardly, illegal, and patently immoral, poisoning cats is an exceedingly attractive, low-risk endeavor as far as ornithologists and wildlife proponents are concerned. To put the matter succinctly, it constitutes the perfect crime.

It also tickles pink their already grossly overinflated egos and enhances their sense of their own cleverness and superiority. There is, after all, not only tremendous pleasure to be derived from doing evil but even greater delights accrue to those individuals and groups who are allowed to get away unscathed with their diabolical crimes.

It therefore hardly came as any surprise when Ted Williams of the National Audubon Society (NAS), a longtime and well-known defamer and hater of cats, recently issued a public call for his like-minded supporters to embark upon an en masse feline poisoning campaign using acetaminophen. Being the enterprising and scheming provocateur that he is, Williams knew exactly which scurrilous newspaper to inveigle into helping him to disseminate his message of hatred and lawlessness.

"There are two effective, humane alternatives to the cathell (sic) of TNR. One is Tylenol® (the human pain medication) -- a completely selective feral-cat (sic) poison. But the TNR lobby has blocked its registration for this use," he wrote in an op-ed column for The Orlando Sentinel on March 14th. (See "Trap, Neuter, Return Programs Make Feral-Cat (sic) Problems Worse.") "The other is trap and euthanize (TE). TE is practiced by state and federal wildlife managers; but municipal TE needs to happen if the annihilation of native wildlife is to be significantly slowed."

In the firestorm that ensued, The Orlando Sentinel belatedly deleted not only Williams' comments regarding Tylenol® but also his assertion that he was speaking for the NAS. Consequently, those comments are not  found in the redacted version of his anti-feline rant that lives on in cyberspace; the remainder of his pack of lies has not been edited.

By the time that The Orlando Sentinel finally came to its senses it was too late because Williams' and the NAS's call for individuals and groups to take the law into their own hands already had been received loud and clear by their supporters. It was, all in all, quite a coup for both him and NAS and vividly demonstrates once again the eagerness of the thoroughly unprincipled capitalist media to throw their considerable weight behind almost any illegality and immorality.

In the days and weeks that followed, the public was treated to a second round of meticulously choreographed lies, double-talk, and face-saving public relations' stunts courtesy of both Williams and the NAS. To be perfectly honest, their conniving actually was quite entertaining and it surely must have brought  a broad grim to the ugly map of whatever devil that they serve.

The NAS got the ball rolling on March 16th when it temporarily suspended Williams and removed his name and title, editor at large, from the masthead of its in-house propaganda rag, Audubon Magazine. "Ted Williams is a freelance writer who published a personal opinion piece in The Orlando Sentinel," the NAS confided to its bosom buddies and oftentimes partners in crime at National Geographic on March 20th. (See "Writer's Call to Kill Feral Cats Sparks Outcry.") "We regret any misimpression that Mr. Williams was speaking for us in any way. He wasn't." (See Cat Defender posts of April 15, 2005 and April 13, 2007 entitled, respectively, "National Geographic Trying to Exterminate Cats" and "Killing and Torturing Wild and Domestic Cats in Order to Create Toygers Is Not Going to Save Sumatran Tigers.")

David Ringer, director of media relations for the NAS, added a few carefully chosen words of his own. "Cats do a great deal of damage to birds and other wildlife, and it needs to be addressed, but Audubon absolutely rejects the idea of individuals harming or poisoning cats," he told National Geographic.

At this juncture it is important to point out that his disavowal, even if against all odds it should be even remotely sincere, is strictly limited to action undertaken by private individuals. At no time has either he or the NAS repudiated Williams' demand that local, state, and federal authorities poison cats with acetaminophen.

On March 21st, Williams once again took stylo in hand and added a revealing postscript to his earlier diatribe. "In my recent op-ed I reported that a common over-the-counter drug, an effective and selective poison for feral cats, had not been registered for this purpose because of pressure from feral-cat (sic) advocacy groups. While that statement was not inaccurate, it was unwise because readers might construe it as a suggestion to go out and start poisoning cats," he opined. "What's more, the statement could be, indeed was, manipulated by feral-cat (sic) advocates into something I didn't write or intend."

In other words, it is permissible for him and the NAS to advocate that cats be poisoned but strictly verboten for anyone to point out that such behavior is illegal in all fifty states. It therefore is perfectly clear that Williams and the NAS believe that they not only are above the law but all criticism as well.

That would have been bad enough in itself if Slick Willie had stopped there but he had one more vitally important disclosure to make. "I should have used the generic, lesser-known name," he added, presumably, with a straight face.

C'est-à-dire, poisoning cats with acetaminophen is perfectly all right as opposed to killing them with Tylenol.® That statement in itself reveals writ large the utter contempt that he and NAS harbor in their malignant bosoms for the intellectual acumen of the reading public. It accordingly is anything but surprising that they arrogantly believe that they can get away with poisoning cats.

He did backtrack a little by joining Ringer and declaring that acetaminophen should be used only by federal and state wildlife biologists in order to poison cats. "I urge people not to take the law into their own hands. They should leave it to the professionals," he added.
Williams' and the NAS's Cat Poison of Choice

Even in saying that much he is being only partially truthful because the explicit objective of his March 14th posting was to encourage municipal, as well as state and federal, authorities to use acetaminophen in order to poison cats. Furthermore, there can be little doubt that both he and the NAS, despite their denials, would be overjoyed if individuals took matters into their own hands and thus did their dirty and illegal deeds for them.

That is precisely what Nico Dauphiné was up to in both Athens while she was studying at the University of Georgia and later in Washington while she was working at the ailurophobic Smithsonian Institution. "The defendant has advocated for the elimination of feral cat populations through euthanasia," prosecuting attorneys Kevin Chambers and Clare Pozos wrote in pleadings at her 2011 trial. "The government is concerned that by attempting to poison cats, the defendant intended to effectuate the message her public works and advocacy were unable to achieve." (See CNN, December 15, 2011, "Ex-National Zoo Employee Sentenced in Attempted Feral Cat Poisoning.")

The full extent of Williams' mendacity and total lack of anything even faintly resembling a moral compass was brought into sharper focus a few days later. "I regret that in The Orlando Sentinel op-ed, I used the brand name of a common over-the-counter painkiller and described it as a humane way to euthanize feral cats," he wrote in Audubon Magazine on March 26th. (See "An Apology from Ted Williams.") "Using the name of the painkiller was irresponsible, and characterizing it as humane was inaccurate, according to veterinarians and scientists."

It is important to note that Williams himself does not state that there is anything either immoral, inhumane, or even illegal about poisoning cats with acetaminophen. Rather, he merely pays token lip service to the opinions of veterinarians and scientists.

Even so much as a cursory examination of the detrimental effects that the drug has on cats makes it crystal clear that both Williams and the NAS not only want them dead at any cost but to inflict as much suffering as possible in the process. For instance, the outwardly observable symptoms of feline acetaminophen poisoning include, inter alia, depression, weakness, labored breathing, swollen faces, necks, and limbs, hypothermia, vomiting, brownish-gray gums and tongues, and jaundice due to liver damage. Cats then lapse into comas and die.

Since they, unlike most other animals, lack the enzymes necessary in order to metabolize the drug, it quickly destroys their red blood cells and thus their ability to transport oxygen to their vital organs. That is precisely what Williams was obliquely referring to when he correctly characterized acetaminophen as a "selective" cat poison.

Like all poisons, however, acetaminophen does not discriminate between cats' socio-economic status and that makes its application anything but selective. Much more importantly, poisoning cats is both morally and legally indefensible regardless of whether or not they have owners and it should not make any difference whatsoever whether the perpetrators of such despicable crimes are either private citizens or public employees.

Acetaminophen additionally has the advantage of being both readily available and virtually untraceable. It also is a real bargain in that it only takes one tablet in order to kill a cat.

"Our data show that if an average-sized cat ingests as little as one extra-strength acetaminophen pain-reliever caplet and is not treated in time, it can suffer fatal consequences," Steve Hansen of the ASPCA's Animal Poison Control Center in Urbana, Illinois, told the Cat Channel on June 8, 2007. (See "Acetaminophen in Cat Food Discovered.")

That makes it even cheaper than the eight ounces of sodium pentobarbital that PETA is all the time championing as being more than sufficient in order to do away with eighty-three cats. (See Wheeling News-Register, December 16, 2010, "PETA Peeved at Hancock County's Feral Cat Problem.")

Given that acetaminophen is so cheap, untraceable, deadly, and inflicts so much pain and suffering, it strains credulity that both Williams and the NAS have not used it in the past in order to kill cats. Even if they should lack firsthand knowledge of the matter, they most assuredly are acquainted with others, possibly state and federal wildlife biologists, who have engaged in such illegal killings.

Although just about everybody on the planet in guilty of taking literary license with the term euthanasia, Williams is the first blighter known to equate it with poisoning cats. In that light, it would be interesting to know just how far he and the NAS would be willing to extend that analogy. Most likely they are so dishonest and morally bankrupt that they would be more than willing to apply it to the systematic eradication of almost any animal that they hate or group of individuals that stand in the way of their designs.

In the Audubon Magazine article cited supra, Williams does grudgingly concede that he lied through his rotten teeth when he categorically stated on March 14th that TNR, which has been sanctioned by no less than three-hundred-thirty municipal governments across the country, was illegal. He stubbornly refuses, however,to disavow any of the multitude of additional lies that he passed off on that occasion as the unvarnished truth.

In particular, he declared that between sixty-two and eighty per cent of cats carry toxoplasmosis and that they are the most common vectors of rabies. If there were so much as a scintilla of truth to either of those allegations, both diseases surely would be a epidemic levels.

Furthermore, the only evidence that Williams puts forward in order to bolster those allegations is the unsupported, anecdotal claim that some individuals in Florida have been attacked by rabid cats. Even if that were the case,  it does seem rather odd that rabid cats apparently are found only in the Sunshine State.

He further alleges that they infect lynxes, bobcats, and Florida Panthers with leukemia, distemper, and the Feline Immunodeficiency Virus. That, too, is odd in that it is highly unlikely that any domestic cats that ventured onto the turfs of those large predators would survive for very long.

Totally full of it and really starting to feel his birdseed by this time, Slick Willie next tosses out the old familiar lie that cats hunt for pleasure as opposed to sustenance. That argument, as any halfway intelligent person understands, only has validity when it is turned around and applied to Williams and his fellow Home sapiens.
George Fenwick

He additionally blames cats for single-handedly killing off thirty-three avian species and praises to high heaven a totally fraudulent and discredited study by the Smithsonian Institution that ludicrously claims that cats kill up to an astounding twenty-one billion wild animals each year. Finally, he caps off his recital of tall tales by reiterating the same blatant lies about managed colonies at the University of Hawaii in Honolulu that he told in the September-October 2009 edition of Audubon Magazine. (See "Feline Fatales.")

In that earlier rant, Williams not only called for the prosecution of those who feed homeless cats but lauded an inhumane practice in Wisconsin that allows for them to be shot and drowned on private property. He even went to far as to call for animal control officers to shoot them in the head with rifles.

"This approach is certainly kinder to the cats than stressing them with traps, transport, and eventually and almost inevitably lethal injections at shelters," he wrote. Even morally warped PETA has balked at stooping to that level of hypocrisy and abject cruelty.

The utter contempt that Williams harbors in his black soul for the species is perhaps nowhere better exhibited than in a July 2, 2009 column that he wrote for Fly Rod and Reel wherein he takes special delight in coyote predation of cats. (See "Let Them Eat Cat. Best Use of Free-Roaming Cats I've Heard Yet.")

Williams' agenda for liquidating cats, whether it be by poisoning, shooting, drowning, or feeding them to the coyotes, is plastered all over the Internet in black and white. Even more damning, since his endorsement of shooting and drowning cats appeared in Audubon Magazine there can be little doubt that the NAS supports such measures. That additionally casts considerable doubt on its narrowly circumscribed criticism of his proposal to poison them with Tylenol.®

Anyone even remotely familiar with the writings and public pronouncements of ornithologists and wildlife proponents knows only too well that they are exceedingly clever chaps. Their columns and speeches do not contain any mistakes; every buzzword and lie are painstakingly selected in order to advance their agenda of defaming and killing cats.

It accordingly came as quite a hoot to read that Slick Willie had chalked up his March 14th column to, of all things, slovenliness. "I wrote the op-ed in haste, without the care and precision my editors and readers expect. The result was that I called Audubon's reputation into question," he wrote in Audubon Magazine on March 26th. "I got benched and earned the suspension; it was bad journalism and bad judgment. I apologize and will work to rebuild your (NAS's) trust."

As if that were not enough malarkey for one article, Williams could not resist the overpowering temptation to lay it on ever thicker. "Like you (NAS), I am passionate about protecting birds," he added. "In my recent op-ed in The Orlando Sentinel, I let my passion get the best of me, calling into question the scientific credibility of Audubon and squandering some of my own."

First of all, inveterate liars and criminals such as Williams, the NAS, and their supporters do not have so much as a shred of credibility. Besides, the only thing that he and NAS are ashamed of is being forced to publicly atone for their words and deeds.

They got a little bit too big for their breeches and their public chastisement has punctured a tiny hole in their massive egos but that is the extent of the damage. None of them have amended either their thinking or behavior one iota and au fond they are still the same old low-life scumbags.

Furthermore, if Williams' mea culpa sounds familiar it because it is taken chapter and verse from the one that Dauphiné issued after her conviction in a Washington courtroom. "I plan to go back to the community (of like-minded cat-haters and poisoners) and work to repair all the damage that has been done," she stated on that historic occasion. I am "very ashamed" for disappointing supporters and I know I have an "enormous task ahead" in regaining their esteem. (See Cat Defender post of January 6, 2012 entitled "Nico Dauphiné Is Let Off with an Insultingly Lenient $100 Fine in a Show Trial That Was Fixed from the Very Beginning.")

Amateur ornithologist James Munn Stevenson, who boasted to gunning down more than two-hundred cats, likewise never has so much as uttered a syllable of contrition. Rather, he has parlayed his criminality into financial success and today is regarded as a hero by birders and wildlife biologists. (See Cat Defender posts of November 22, 2006, November 20, 2007, and August 7, 2008 entitled, respectively, "Evil Galveston Bird Lover Is Finally Arrested After Having Gunned Down Hundreds of Cats," "Bird Lovers All Over the World Rejoice as Serial Killer James M. Stevenson Is Rewarded by Galveston Court for Gunning Down Hundreds of Cats," and "Crime Pays! Having Made Fools Out of Galveston Prosecutors, Serial Cat Killer James Munn Stevenson Is Now a Hero and Laughing All the Way to the Bank.")

Similarly at his 2011 trial in München for torturing Rocco to death, Ernst Bernhard K. was forced to cover his face with his hands in order to conceal his mirth as prosecutors detailed his sadistic cruelty. (See Cat Defender posts of January 19, 2011, August 8, 2011, and August 17, 2011 entitled, respectively, "Bird Lover in München Illegally Traps Rocco and Then Methodically Tortures Him to Death with Water and Pepper Spray over an Eleven-Day Period," "Ernst K.'s Trial for Kidnapping, Torturing, and Murdering Rocco Nears Its Climax in a München Courtroom," and "Ernst K. Walks Away Smelling Like a Rose as Both the Prosecutor and Judge Turn His Trial for Killing Rocco into a Lovefest for a Sadistic Cat Killer.")

Even more telling, not a single bird or wildlife advocacy groups ever has condemned the criminal conduct of Stevenson, Ernst K., Dauphiné or, as far as it is known, any cat killer. Au contraire, they always have closed ranks around the defamers and killers.

For its part, the NAS's support for Williams has been unwavering and that was demonstrated by his reinstatement as an editor at large on March 26th. "We accept Ted's apology. We've always thought that Audubon Magazine is better when Ted Williams' work is in it," the organization stated on that date. (See "Audubon and Ted Williams.") "That's been true for thirty-three years...We're satisfied that there's no larger pattern of missteps that would warrant further disciplinary action."

In doing so the NAS followed Williams' lead by cavalierly dismissing his remarks about Tylenol® as simply a miscue. "Everyone makes mistakes in their jobs. Usually, a handful of co-workers, a classroom full of kids or some other collection of colleagues sees our mistakes," it continued in the same article. "Not journalists. We publish our mistakes for everyone to see."

When viewed against the backdrop of all the other inhumane and illegal methods of liquidating cats that the NAS has lent its support to over the years, its labeling of Williams' comments as simply a mistake constitutes just one more of its blatant fabrications. Equally important, it is guilty of providing both the environment and succor for moral deviants like him not only to work in but to flourish as well.

The organization also chose this occasion to indulge in more of its patented double-talk. "We absolutely reject the notion of individuals poisoning cats or treating cats in any inhumane way," it declared. "We urge communities around the country to adopt effective measures to counter problems suffered and caused by cats and to vigorously enforce existing rules and procedures."
Mike Lafferty

Stripped of its nuances and translated into shirtsleeve English, the NAS is advocating, at the very least, that local authorities round up and kill cats. Moreover, based upon its publication of Williams' 2009 article it obviously does not consider drowning and shooting them to be inhumane and most assuredly would wholeheartedly support poisoning them with acetaminophen and other drugs if it thought for one minute that it could get away with doing so.

For example, back in 2007 its Connecticut chapter issued a clarion call for the complete eradication of cats and a host of other animals as well. (See Cat Defender post of March 15, 2007 entitled "Connecticut Audubon Society Shows Its True Colors by Calling for the Slaughter of Feral Cats, Mute Swans, Mallards, Canada Geese, and Deer.")

As recently as 2010 when Aaron M. Hildreth, Stephen M. Vantassel, and Scott E. Hygnstrom of the University of Nebraska at Lincoln published a paper entitled "Feral Cats and Their Management" wherein they proposed that the species be liquidated through gunshots to the head, chemical injections, carbon dioxide asphyxiation, and body-gripper traps, the NAS's sister agency, the American Bird Conservancy (ABC), was beside itself with unbridled joy. "This report is a must read for any community or government official thinking about what to do about feral cats," the organization's Darin Schroeder told the Huffington Post on December 2, 2010. (See "Feral Cats Should Be Killed with a 'Gunshot to the Head' to Control Population -- UNL Undergraduate Report.") "It encapsulates the extensive research on this subject and draws conclusions based on that data. Not surprisingly, the report validates everything the American Bird Conservancy has been saying about the feral cat issue for many years, namely TNR does not work in controlling feral cat populations."

In many respects Williams' March 14th spiel is both a deliberate plagiarization as well as a continuation of an anti-feline diatribe delivered a few weeks earlier by ABC President George Fenwick. "The only sure way to protect wildlife, cats and people is for domestic cats to be permanently removed from the outdoor environment. Trap-Neuter-Release programs that perpetuate the slaughter of wildlife and encourage the dumping of unwanted cats is a failed strategy being implemented across the United States without any consideration for environment, human health, or animal welfare effects," he thundered in an angry op-ed piece for The Baltimore Sun on February 26th. (See "The Destructive Invasive Species Purring on Your Lap.") "It can no longer be tolerated."

After typically making cats the scapegoats for all that is wrong with wildlife and the environment, Fenwick's remedy was equally contrived. "Local governments need to act swiftly and decisively to gather the thirty to eighty million unowned cats, aggressively seek adoptions and establish sanctuaries for or euthanize those cats that are not adoptable," he demanded. Since Fenwick knows as well as everyone else that it would be impossible to secure homes and sanctuaries for that many cats, he actually is advocating that all of them be slaughtered. He simply is too dishonest to come out and say it.

Fenwick did not limit his attack to homeless cats, however, but instead went on to call for the sterilization and imprisonment of all cats indoors. He capped off his tirade by even calling for the prosecution of owners who abandon cats. As he surely must know, any person with so much as a smidgen of conscience is not about to surrender a cat to a death house regardless of the law.

In hindsight, it now seems clear that Fenwick laid the groundwork for Williams' proposal about Tylenol.® The entire affair either could have been scripted from the start by Fenwick, Williams, and the NAS or it  simply could have been a case of synchronicity, that is, three evil and warped minds erupting independently of each other much like spontaneous combustions in a bloated sewer.

Once their fiendish plot had been hatched, all that they required was an obliging conduit in order to disseminate it and they certainly found that and considerably more in the editors of The Orlando Sentinel. "It's true you can find bomb-building plans on the Internet, but you won't find them on The Orlando Sentinel's web site," the paper's Mike Lafferty wrote March 22nd in an online posting. (See "Column about Feral Cats Deserved a Forum, and More Editing.") "Neither should you find specific information on which drugs make effective feral cat poisons, especially considering the risk that could pose to common house cats."

It did not take long, however, before he lapsed into Williams' tactic of blaming his critics. "While some of the rhetoric from cat advocates was overblown, the criticism of our decision-making had validity," he added.

Not only that but both Lafferty and The Orlando Sentinel need to locate not only their moral compasses, that is if they have any, but to acquaint themselves with the law. For instance, if it could be substantiated that either some individual or group had poisoned cats upon the advice of an article that had appeared in the paper, Lafferty and his overlords could be held liable in court.

After much palaver and dancing all around the truth, Lafferty eventually came clean and admitted that he is a regular imbiber of the Kool-Aid® served up by Williams and the  NAS. "And considering the scale of destruction that feral cats are inflicting on wildlife, Ted Williams' views on the matter deserved publication," he wrote. "At the same time, the public deserved more discretion -- and editing from us."

That is as close as he ever has come to issuing an apology and at no time has he come out and stated unequivocally that it is both morally repugnant and illegal to poison cats. As a veteran newspaperman, he surely must realize that there are at least two sides to every story and yet his only concern throughout this entire sordid affair has been to furnish Williams and the NAS with a platform from which to spew forth their hatred and to advance their agenda.

For better or worse, there are not any restrictions on what newspapers either can or cannot print. That did not used to be quite as big of a dilemma as it is today following the monopolization of the industry and the fragmentation of interests. Anyone even remotely familiar with this topic surely must be struck by the contrast between the diversity of society on the one hand and the homogenization of the mass media on the other hand; consequently, in an age that cries out for more hard news stories and a greater diversity of viewpoints there actually are fewer of both.

Needless to say, ornithologists, wildlife biologists, and other inveterate cat haters quickly have learned to manipulate the press in order to advance their perverted agenda. The most common venue afforded them is the "Letters to the Editor" section of daily newspapers.

Linda Cherkassky, an apprentice (for about twenty years no less) wildlife rehabilitator from Voorhees, New Jersey, and PETA somehow manage to get their hate-filled missives directed against cats into some obliging newspaper practically every day of the week. Both of them, and others like them, spew out the lies as fast as their pens can move across the page. Compounding matters further, apparently no newspaper editor ever has had either the objectivity or fairness of mind to ask them to substantiate any of their outrageous allegations.

Quite obviously, newspapers do not publish all the letters that they receive and even some of those that they do use are pared down to the bone. No one outside the business knows exactly who decides which letters are published but given the success rate of ornithologists and wildlife biologists in getting out their message it would appear that most editorial staffs hate cats with a vengeance.

Op-ed pieces, such as the anti-cat screeds published by Williams and Fenwick, are an altogether different matter. Not only are they considerably lengthier but usually their authors are either well-known or have contacts within a newspaper. Despite Lafferty's assertions to the contrary, op-ed pieces are not doled out to just anybody and their content most assuredly receives a level of scrutiny that far exceeds that given to letters.

Williams very well could reside in Orlando and thus have contacts at the paper. In any event, considering Loews Hotels' eviction of its cats last year as well as the city's brutal treatment of its homeless population, Williams sans doute believes that the city is fertile ground from which to launch his en masse feline poisoning campaign. (See Webwire press release of April 4, 2012, "Loews Orlando Hotels Begin Cruel Trapping of Their Harmless Outdoor Cats" and The Orlando Sentinel, July 25, 2006, "Eola (Park) Homeless Meals Banned.")

In spite of playing host to Disney World and  being blessed with schönste Wetter, Orlando has been regarded for years as one of the meanest twenty cities in America by the National Coalition for the Homeless. That is not surprising in that abuse of the down-and-out and animal cruelty go together like peanut butter and jelly. (See The Orlando Sentinel, July 30, 2006, "Orlando Heads Back to List of Meanest Cities.")
Joe Mason

The only known journalist with enough morality and integrity to even take Williams to task has been Joe Mason. "But to suggest the best way to solve the problem of homeless cats is to poison them might be the dumbest and most irresponsible thing I've seen written in paper," he wrote in the Burlington County Times of Willingboro, New Jersey, on March 16th. (See "Killing Cats Is a Problem Not a Solution.") "It's outrageous, stupid, dumb, and every other word you can use for idiotic."

He also had a few choice words for Lafferty and the other prevaricating moral retards at The Orlando Sentinel. "I work at a paper and we're held to standards...," he added. "So when a paper allows someone to suggest poisoning cats as a solution to a problem, it really makes me angry."

Quite obviously, The Orlando Sentinel does not have any standards worth mentioning but it is far from being alone in that regard. For example, The New York Times has shown itself over the years to be a persistently strident and underhanded defamer of cats. (See Cat Defender posts of December 8, 2007 and June 15, 2009 entitled, respectively, "All the Lies That Fit: Scheming New York Times Hires a Bird Lover to Render His 'Unbiased' Support for James M. Stevenson" and "American Bird Conservancy, The New York Times, and the Humane Society Unite to Form an Achse des Bösen Against Cats.")

The Houston Chronicle likewise went to the mat a few years back in order to defend Stevenson. (See Cat Defender post of May 1, 2007 entitled "Houston Chronicle Launches a Propaganda Offensive on Behalf of Serial Cat Killer Jim Stevenson.")

The same is true of the Ventura County Star of Camarillo, California, which gleefully led the cheering section for the assassins of the United States Fish and Wildlife Service (USFWS) as they mercilessly gunned down up to one-hundred-fifty cats on San Nicolas. (See Cat Defender post of July 10, 2008 entitled "The Ventura County Star Races to the Defense of the Cat-Killers on San Nicolas Island.")


It is John Yeld of the Cape Argus of Cape Town, however, who can justifiably lay claim to the prestigious title of being the world's most dishonest and unscrupulous journalist. He has earned that high praise for acting not only as a toady for Les Underhill of the University of Cape Town during his eradication of the cats on Robben Island but also as the number one stooge for Marthan Bester of the University of Pretoria throughout his relentless slaughter of up to four-thousand cats on Marion Island. (See Cat Defender posts of March 23, 2007, April 27, 2006, and March 23, 2006 entitled, respectively, "Bird Lovers in South Africa Break Out the Champagne to Celebrate the Merciless Gunning Down of the Last of Robben Island's Cats," "Cat-Hating Monster Les Underhill and Moneygrubbing Robben Island Museum Resume Slaughtering Cats in South Africa," and "South Africans, Supported by Ailurophobic PETA, Are Slaughtering More Cats on Robben Island.")

Much like The Orlando Sentinel, the movers and shakers in Atlantic City always can count on The Press whenever they want to go after either cats or the homeless. (See Cat Defender post of July 5, 2007 entitled "Bird and Wildlife Proponents, Ably Assisted by The Press of Atlantic City, Launch Malicious Libel Campaign Against Feral Cats.")

Sometimes sitting on the sidelines and merely pimping and whoring for cat killers gets a little boring and that in turn prompts journalists to take matters into their own hands. That is precisely what Ted Greenberg of NBC Philadelphia did last year when his lust for innocent feline blood got the better of him and he responded by calling in a private exterminator in order to snuff out the lives of six kittens at an apartment complex just north of Atlantic City. (See Cat Defender post of July 7, 2012 entitled "NBC Philadelphia Conspires with a Virulent Cat-Hater and an Exterminator in Order to Have Six Newborn and Totally Innocent Kittens Killed in Southern New Jersey.")

There is not any way of denying the obvious: the capitalist media have been directly complicit in the killing of thousands of cats. In addition to that, they have greased the skids for the elimination of millions more of them by relentlessly demonizing the species.

No news organizations could get away with persistently defaming minorities, let alone calling for their extermination, and that same standard of morality should be applied to cats and all other animals. Cats have an unqualified right not only to live but also to be free regardless of what Williams, the NAS, ABC, or The Orlando Sentinel postulate to the contrary.

Despite Williams' audacity and the far reaching implications of his outrageous proposal, it has been greeted with only tacit opposition from cat advocacy groups. For instance, although Alley Cat Allies (ACA) initially got off on the right foot by giving Williams and the NAS the dressing down that they so richly deserved, it soon lost its impetus.

"Ted Williams' Sentinel column is full of hate and devoid of facts, but far worse, it represents the latest in a string of outrageous attacks and encouragement of cruelty aimed at cats," the organization's Becky Robinson said in a March 15th press release. (See "Alley Cat Allies Slams Audubon Editor for Encouraging Cat Poisoning.") "Williams should be fired for these blatantly irresponsible comments."

ACA and its supporters then followed up by sending thirty-one-thousand e-mail letters to the NAS but the only thing that they received in return for their trouble was a deceitful, false-hearted pledge to suspend Williams. Like sheep to the slaughter, ACA fell hook, line, and sinker for that ploy.

"We are satisfied with this outcome, but we will continue to remain vigilant in challenging any support for cruelty or for policies that would lead to more cats being killed in pounds and shelters," Robinson caroled in a March 18th press release. (See "Alley Cat Allies Expresses Satisfaction after Audubon Removes At-Large Editor from Masthead.") "Killing cats will not protect birds or any other species."

Quite obviously, it does not take much to satisfy Robinson and ACA. Moreover, Williams and the NAS must rest awfully easy at night knowing that the worst that they have to fear from ACA and its supporters are a few angry e-mail letters.

When Williams' suspension was lifted a few days later ACA was left with egg all over its face. "Alley Cat Allies is stunned," Robinson gulped to The New York Times on March 26th. (See "Writer, and Bird Lover, at Center of Dispute About Cats Is Reinstated.") "By reinstating him so soon after this incident, it is clear that the National Audubon Society is not understanding and grasping the gravity of the issue."

With that final salvo, ACA washed its hands of the entire affair and has not uttered so much as another syllable concerning it. In addition to furnishing Williams and the NAS with a million hearty chuckles, ACA's behavior has been nothing short of an embarrassment not only to itself but cat lovers everywhere. Worst of all, such an anemic, weak-kneed response is destined to only embolden Williams, the NAS, and other cat-haters into committing even greater atrocities against the species.
Theodore Anthony Nugent

The total absurdity of ACA's response is so obvious that just to point it out is tantamount to belaboring the point. Most obviously, both Williams and the NAS are incorrigible and therefore could care less what ACA thinks.

Therefore, attempting to appeal to their better natures is reminiscent of George Harrison's chanting of Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna in the face of Michael Abram as the latter carved him up like a Christmas ham during a break-in at Friar Park on Henley-on-Thames back on December 30, 1999. In other words, ACA is wasting both its time and resources begging Williams and the NAS to be good little boys.

Whether or not cats continue to survive and under what circumstances will be decided by others, not Williams and the NAS, and it is precisely to those individuals, groups, and political powerbrokers that anyone even halfway serious about protecting them must make their appeal. ACA's public posturing may keep the shekels rolling in but it contributes precious little toward the welfare of cats.

The same is true concerning e-mail letters and petitions. For example, in the past the USFWS has dismissed ACA's e-mail campaigns as "Internet-generated letters with standard comments" and gone right ahead and liquidated cats on both San Nicolas and in the Florida Keys. (See Cat Defender posts of June 27, 2008 and June 23, 2011 entitled, respectively, "United States Fish and Wildlife Service and the Navy Hatch a Diabolical Plan to Gun Down Two-Hundred Cats on San Nicolas" and "Wallowing in Welfare Dollars, Lies, and Prejudice, the Bloodthirsty United States Fish and Wildlife Service Is Again Killing Cats in the Florida Keys.")

The only missives that politicians and bureaucrats so much as glance at are those that are handwritten on expensive stationery and bear tony return addresses, such as either Beverly Hills or Sutton Place. Even then it is only the irresistible smell of money that they exude that makes them so appealing to policymakers. This is, after all, America and not Shangrila.

In spite of all of that, ACA stubbornly persists with its petitions and on May 1st delivered another one to the Smithsonian in a futile attempt to convince those inveterate liars and welfare bums to straighten up and fly right. "Americans don't want an institution that receives taxpayer money to fund a study that essentially declares war on the nation's most beloved companion animal," Robinson declared in a press release of the same date. (See "Alley Cat Allies Delivers Fifty-Five-Thousand Signatures to Smithsonian to Protest Flawed Study on Cats and Birds.") "We are calling on the Smithsonian to disavow this research and stop funding junk science with immediate effect."

To its credit, the organization was able to convince Gregory J. Matthews of the University of Massachusetts to review the Smithsonian's most recent anti-feline screed and he not only  gave it a failing grade but also deemed it unfit for publication. Notwithstanding that, ACA needs to take a more proactive stance when it comes to protecting cats.

For example, at the very least it should be filing lawsuits under the Freedom of Information Act so as to force the secretive USFWS into disclosing exactly how many cats that it has slaughtered on San Nicolas and in the Florida Keys. The former are long gone but the liquidation in southern Florida continues to this very day. (See Cat Defender post of February 24, 2012 entitled "United States Fish and Wildlife Service and the Humane Society Hoist a Glass in Celebration of Their Extermination of the Cats on San Nicolas Island" and The Keynoter of Key West, January 30, 2013, "Refuges' Management Plan Targets Feral Cats.")

The gravity of the situation requires a multidimensional strategy if the machinations of ornithologists and wildlife biologists are to be checkmated. Such an approach, quite obviously, is going to require the raising of a tremendous amount of money as well as considerable time in order to be implemented.

In the meantime, cats are destined to continue to die unless preventive measures are not immediately undertaken. First of all, feline advocacy groups need to compile lists of individuals and groups who publicly have vowed to harm the species and then begin to monitor their activities as well.

These lists need to include not only anyone even remotely connected to the NAS, ABC, USFWS, and Smithsonian, but also those affiliated with universities and governmental laboratories that either experiment on cats or use them as guinea pigs in order to collect data on their alleged predatory behavior. (See Cat Defender post of July 18, 2011 entitled "Evil Professors Have Transformed College Campuses into Hotbeds of Hatred Where Cats Routinely Are Vilified, Horribly Abused, and Systematically Killed.")

The local police and those groups charged with enforcing the anti-cruelty statutes should be supplied with these lists along with the offending statements. Perhaps that alone will be sufficient in order to, at least occasionally, entice some of the authorities into regarding those named individuals and groups as the number one suspects whenever a cat either dies under unexplained circumstances or simply disappears.

If the intransigence of the authorities cannot be overcome, cat protection groups eventually are going to be forced into hiring their own animal cruelty investigators. Owners and individuals of conscience also can be a big help by not only looking out for all cats but reporting abuse in a timely fashion.

None of this would be necessary if the authorities would do their jobs. For example, although the Washington Humane Society did investigate and subsequently arrest Dauphiné, it now seems clear in hindsight that it in all likelihood would not have done even that much if it had known beforehand that she was a big shot at the Smithsonian. That conclusion is borne out by its steadfast refusal to look into the wholesale abuses that the organization doles out to the cats that it shanghais into becoming research guinea pigs. (See Cat Defender post of November 18, 2011 entitled "Nico Dauphiné, Ph.D., Is Convicted of Attempting to Poison a Colony of Homeless Cats but Questions Remain Concerning the Smithsonian's Role.")

Likewise, humane officials have refused to investigate Williams' soul mate, disgraced rocker Theodore Anthony Nugent, despite his persistent bragging about shooting cats on the grounds of the canned hunting ranch that he operates near Jackson, Michigan. "Always has been, always will be on the Nugent farm, where I have instructed my family, friends, hunting buddies and casual passer-by to blast every cat they see," he wrote in an op-ed column for The Washington Times on December 3, 2010. (See "Nugent: The Time for Kitty Killing Has Come.")

Wherever there is smoke there usually also is fire and far too many cats either perish or disappear every day of the week under unexplained circumstances for all of them to be the victims of randomized violence. Any halfway serious inquiry into this matter is therefore almost guaranteed to uncover a level of criminality on the part of both ornithologists and wildlife proponents that extends far beyond the words and deeds of Williams, Dauphiné, Stevenson, and Ernst K. and their confederates.

The only palliative is to identify and monitor these individuals and groups as a prelude to investigating, arresting, and incarcerating them whenever they harm cats. Zebra stripes are, after all, the most appropriate plumage for these dirty birds.

Photos: The New York Times (Williams), People's Pharmacy (Tylenol®), Bird Conservation Alliance (Fenwick), The Orlando Sentinel (Lafferty), Burlington County Times (Mason), and Lenny Francioni of the United States Navy and Wikipedia (Nugent).

Thursday, May 02, 2013

Poisoned Within an Inch of His Life While Living on the Mean Streets of Detroit, Chairman Waffles Survives Three Surgeries in Order to Live Again

Chairman Waffles

"I always end up fostering the special needs guys who come in here. He just happened to be exceptionally special."
-- veterinarian Amy Koppenhoefer

No one seems to know how he wound up there, but at the tender age of five-months Chairman Waffles found himself all alone on the forlorn and forbidding streets of Detroit. As if simply evading predators, both human and animal, procuring food, and securing shelter were not daunting tasks enough in their own right, he somewhere along the way sustained life-threatening chemical burns to his mouth, tongue, and face.

It is unclear whether he simply licked up a toxic substance or was deliberately doused in the face. Moreover, the nature of the corrosive has not been disclosed.

All that is known for certain is that he was found last September by either an unidentified Good Samaritan or group and handed over to the Michigan Humane Society (MHS) in Bingham Farms, twenty-eight kilometers outside of the Motor City. That act of compassion in all likelihood saved his life because as it was he barely could breathe and surely would not have lasted much longer without prompt veterinary intervention.

"He was obviously in a tremendous amount of pain," Kevin Hatman of the MHS told The News Herald of Southgate on February 16th. (See "Kitten's Mouth Burned Off after Drinking Chemical.")

Even after his initial rescue Chairman Waffles was far from being out of the lion's den. Thousands of sick and injured cats are brought into shelters and veterinarians' offices each year but only a select few of them ever receive the care that they so desperately need and deserve.

The best that they usually can expect are jabs of sodium pentobarbital. In its self-appointed role as the world's premier feline eradication service, PETA has its death squads scouring the streets and alleyways night and day in search of perfectly healthy cats in order to liquidate. (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.")

This is not merely a problem for homeless cats but rather it extends to those with owners who are too cheap and uncaring in order to pay for their treatment. (See Cat Defender post of January 2, 2013 entitled "Alley Cat Allies Demonstrates Its Utter Contempt for the Sanctity of Life by Unconscionably Killing Off Its Office Cat, Jared.")

Generally speaking, however, both the homeless and those who have the misfortune to belong to either the miserly or the impecunious are in the same porous boat and rarely can they rely upon the compassion of either rescue groups or veterinarians in order to save their lives. It therefore would have been a simple matter for the MHS to have dispatched Chairman Waffles to the devil without so much as a second thought.

There is not, after all, any law against such morally repugnant behavior and it is rather doubtful that anyone outside the organization ever would have known that Chairman Waffles had so much as existed, let alone the circumstances surrounding his demise.

To its credit, the MHS chose compassion over expediency even though that decision ended up costing the privately-funded charity thousands of dollars. "MHS reached one-hundred per cent adoption of healthy dogs and cats in 2010 and immediately set forth on a new top goal: guaranteed placement of all healthy and treatable animals within the next few years while -- very importantly-- remaining truly open admission to all animals regardless of their condition," it declares on its web site.

While that is highly commendable, it still leaves considerable room for improvement. Specifically, the next logical step for it to take would be to publicly renounce the killing of cats and dogs under all circumstances.

Animals should not be deprived of their inalienable right to exist just because they are deemed to be either terminally-ill or unadoptable. Even under such dire circumstances sanctuaries and hospices should be secured for them.

On top of the financial considerations, treating Chairman Waffles' burns and internal injuries proved to be an involved and tedious task with a successful outcome by no means assured. In particular, the black and white tom was forced to go under the knife on three separate occasions.

The first surgery was to remove dead tissue from around his nose and mouth, including possibly his burned tongue, so as to enable him to once again breathe freely.

A second procedure was required in order to remove his hard palette. Finally, two canine teeth were extracted and his face reconstructed.

The good news is that he defied all the odds and sailed through those terrible operations with flying colors; the bad news is that he now looks like a train wreck. "The mouth is constantly exposed," Hatman told The News Herald. "You can see his tongue."

He additionally will require specialized care for the remainder of his life but Hatman is fairly confident that he is going to be all right. "There are potential medical issues, but our veterinarians are pretty confident that, because (they) haven't developed yet, there's a very low risk for future medical problems," he added.

In spite of all the pain and deprivations, Chairman Waffles today is not only a resilient but also a vibrant, one-year-old cat. "He's happy, always on the go, jumps around and likes to explore. He likes to cuddle and purrs a lot," Hatman told The News Herald. "If you didn't look at him, you wouldn't know that he's been through what he's been through. His recovery, both physically and emotionally, has been incredible."
Rupert

Following his surgeries and while awaiting a new home, Chairman Waffles was placed in foster care with MHS veterinarian Amy Koppenhoefer. "I always end up fostering the special needs guys who come in here," she confided to The News Herald in the article cited supra. "He just happened to be exceptionally special."

Somewhere near the end of February, he was adopted by Dawn S. Zifilippo of St. Clair Shores, twenty-one kilometers northeast of Detroit. As an added bonus, she graciously agreed to take along his best friend, Mr. Burns, who was in foster care with him at Koppenhoefer's house.

If there ever was a cat who deserved a second chance at life it unquestionably is Chairman Waffles and thanks to the compassion and generosity shown him by the MHS, Koppenhoefer, and Zifilippo he now is getting it. No one can predict the future but hopefully his days will be long and filled with much joy.

Tragically, the same cannot be said for an attractive Siamese named Rupert who was rescued from the streets of Cambridge during the last week of February by a Good Samaritan. Like Chairman Waffles, he too had sustained extensive chemical damage to his paws, mouth, and tongue. It was the irreversible damage done to his kidneys, however, that doomed him.

The Cambridge branch of the RSPCA arranged for him to be treated by Companion Care Vets of Coldham Lane who immediately placed him on intravenous fluids. He courageously held on to life for several days before either dying on his own or being killed off by those treating him.

The type of corrosive has not been publicly identified and it is unclear precisely how he was poisoned. "Sadly it appears that he has suffered from some kind of poisoning, possibly through treading in a substance and licking it off his paws, or possibly maliciously," Rosemary Rodd of the RSPCA theorized to the Cambridge News on March 2nd. (See "Cat Suffers Chemical Burns after Poisoning.") "The vets initially thought it was likely to be antifreeze, but are now thinking that it may be some corrosive substance as he also has signs of chemical burns in his mouth."

Although Rupert was neither neutered nor microchipped, it is unlikely that he was homeless owing to his pedigree. Nevertheless, no one ever came forward in order to reclaim either him or his remains despite the publicity generated by his predicament. No one likewise ever attempted to reclaim Chairman Waffles.

As far as it is known, no arrest has been made in his death and it is extremely doubtful that either the RSPCA or the local police are even bothering to look into the matter. "Whether or not this was deliberate, the RSPCA is obviously concerned that someone has left a dangerous substance where animals can come contaminated and suffer," Rodd added to the Cambridge News.

The RSPCA expressed similar sentiments back in July of 2010 when a cat named Sticky became ensnared in a glue trap that was placed in a garden on Nansen Road in the Sparkhill section of Birmingham. She mercifully escaped with her life but even that required multiple baths and the removal of most of the fur from her paws, legs, and sides.

"This kitten has suffered as a result of the irresponsible and inhumane use of traps. Like snares and most pest control equipment, glue traps are indiscriminate," the RSPCA's Boris Lasserre said back then. "We are regularly alerted to incidents of non-target species being caught in snares and traps." (See Cat Defender post of August 17, 2010 entitled "Sticky Loses Most of Her Fur after She Is Ensnared in a Glue Trap Inhumanely Set in a Birmingham Garden.")

Every bit as reprehensible is the conscious use of these horrible torture devices in order to kill mice and other so-called pests. For instance, the Hinds County Circuit Court in Jackson, Mississippi, recently deployed glue traps in order to snare an unspecified number of totally harmless DeKay's snakes, Storeria dekayi. (See The Philadelphia Inquirer, April 26, 2013, "Courthouse Gets Too Snaky" and the Clarion Ledger of Jackson, April 25, 2013, "Snakes in Courthouse: Five Found in Hinds Circuit Clerk's Office.")

Whereas it is readily conceded that the apprehension of cat poisoners and illegal trappers is anything but an easy task, the RSPCA needs to be doing considerably more than merely expressing its concern. Each poisoning needs to be vigorously investigated with zero tolerance shown toward all offenders.

The same policy should be applied to accidental as well as to deliberate poisonings. Specifically, individuals and businesses that use toxic substances have a legal and moral responsibility to not only handle them with circumspection but to later properly dispose of them. Failure to do so not only often kills animals but it likewise pollutes the environment and endangers individuals.

The RSPCA is by no means alone in its unwillingness to go after cat poisoners. For example, police and humane groups in New Westminster, British Columbia, adamantly refused to even lift so much as a lousy finger in order to investigate a spate of poisonings that occurred in late 2010. That was in spite of evidence indicating that the felines were deliberately picked up and dunked up to their waists in vats of turpentine.

"I don't know if they're even bothering," Jennifer Szoke, who lost her beloved cat, Harley, to a poisoner, said at that time. "Nobody has even contacted me, and they haven't contacted the neighbor who saw the cats running in afterward either." (See Cat Defender posts of July 30, 2010 and August 30, 2010 entitled, respectively, "Harley Suffers Severe Burns to His Tongue and Mouth as Well as Lung Damage after He Is Deliberately Dunked in Turpentine" and "Hope, Prayer, and Veterinary Intervention Ultimately Prove to Be Insufficient in Order to Save Harley after He Is Deliberately Dunked in Turpentine.")

Once a cat comes into contact with any poison, whether it be either deliberate or accidental, time is of the essence if its life is to be saved. This is paramount owing to not only the lethal nature of chemicals themselves but also the species' renowned fastidiousness.

Connie Ritchie's cat, Linden, was dunked in turpentine along with Harley but his life was spared thanks to her prompt discovery of his plight. The same held true for Rob Stainton's cat, Vincent, who also was dunked in turpentine a few months later. (See Cat Defender post of January 3, 2011 entitled "Another Cat, Vincent, Is Dunked in Turpentine in New Westminster as the Police and Animal Control Continue to Laugh Up Their Dirty Sleeves.")

It is antifreeze, however, that most often serves as the toxin of choice for most cat poisoners. (See Cat Defender post of July 2, 2007 entitled "Cats Are Being Poisoned with Antifreeze in San Francisco but Animal Control Refuses to Take the Killings Seriously.")

Chairman Waffles has been forced to pay an awful price for either the maliciousness or carelessness of humans but he at least is still alive. As for Rupert, all those who care deeply about cats are left to mourn his suffering, early death, and tragic loss of potential.

Photos: The News Herald (Chairman Waffles) and the Cambridge News (Rupert).

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

A Cancer Victim in Billericay Issues an Urgent Appeal for the Prompt Return of Her Beloved Cat, Bear

Bear

"I was called in to hospital and got kept in. Bear was with Jim at home that night but he hasn't been back since. I feel terrible I can't do anything or go and look for him."
-- Sylvia Manning

"Life is a moderately good play with a badly written third act," Truman Capote once observed. It also is terribly short and the good times even briefer.

In keeping with that, there is perhaps no crueler fate than to be old, sickly, and strapped for cash. At such times it often is only the love and devotion of a beloved cat that stands between an individual and that "undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns." (See Cat Defender posts of January 2, 2012 and June 12, 2012 entitled, respectively, "With No Reason Left to Go on Living, Treadworth Resident Takes His Own Life after His Beloved Cat Disappears" and "Sophie's Sudden Death Proves to Be Too Much for a Bachelor in Poole to Bear So He Elects to Join Her in the Great Void.")

Losing a cat is never easy under even the best of circumstances but to suffer such a devastating loss during a time of sickness can be truly traumatic. That nonetheless is precisely what recently happened to fifty-four-year-old Sylvia Manning of Bunting Lane in the Billericay section of Essex, forty-five kilometers east of central London.

Diagnosed with multiple myeloma, she entrusted the care of her two-year-old tabby, Bear, to her common law husband, Jim Wakeling, before entering Basildon University Hospital on February 22nd. Later that night, Bear mysteriously disappeared.

"I was called in to hospital and got kept in," she explained to the Billericay Gazette on March 30th. (See "Woman with Cancer Desperately Seeks Her Missing Cat in Billericay.") "Bear was with Jim at home that night but he hasn't been back since. I feel terrible I can't do anything or go and look for him."

None of that has deterred Wakeling, however, from mounting an all-out search in order to locate him. Specifically, he has blanketed the neighborhood with Lost Cat posters, posted notices online, and even enlisted the assistance of the Billericay Gazette. Unfortunately, none of those efforts have proven to be successful.

"So far we have had a few people thinking they have found him and Jim has rushed home only to find it was another cat that looked similar to Bear," Manning explained to the Billericay Gazette. "I really hope someone will find him."

Wakeling accordingly has been forced to expand his search. "I've listed Bear on missing cat web sites and leafleted a large area of Billericay to the east of the high street and south of the railway and some of the sightings have led us to think he may have crossed over to the west side of the high street," he told the Billericay Gazette in the article cited supra. "Basildon Leaflets (of Laindon) kindly helped us and covered an extra area around South Green at no cost. It's likely that he is moving between other houses without being seen."

Although making assumptions about the behavior of any cat is always an extremely dicey proposition, there nevertheless would appear to be some connection, no matter how slight, between Bear's disappearance and Manning's entering the hospital. It therefore is remotely conceivable that he could be searching for her just as she simultaneously is looking for him.

A considerably less likely possibility is that he was unhappy living with her, Wakeling, and their five other cats and simply was biding his time for the right opportunity in order to escape. That is plausible because he  had been living with them for only the past six months following his adoption from the Celia Hammond Animal Trust. As it may be recalled by some, it was that courageous and spirited rescue group that went toe-to-toe with the authorities in London in order to save one-hundred-eighty-seven homeless cats from the wrecking ball back in 2007 and 2008 when eight-hundred acres of land were cleared in the East End in order to make way for last summer's ostentatious, boring, and seemingly interminable Olympic games.

Regardless of whatever prompted Bear to leave home, there can be no denying that far too little attention is paid to the mental health of cats and that is an egregious oversight because their psychological makeup is not substantially different from that of humans. For example, they suffer from separation anxiety, loneliness and neglect, and have a totally understandable fear of the outside world and especially of large and noisy objects and individuals.

They also, inter alia, crave love and attention and sometimes suffer from the debilitating effects of being bullied by other cats just as schoolchildren often are horribly abused and mistreated by their classmates. The proper care of a cat accordingly involves a good deal more than merely feeding and sheltering it and thoughtful guardians are acutely attuned to these other needs as well.

Perhaps most disquieting of all Bear was wearing an orange collar and had been microchipped. He also sports an unmistakable fold in his right ear.

No one should rely too heavily upon any pet identification device because none of them are foolproof. For instance, collars can either come off accidentally or be intentionally removed.

Besides causing cancer, implanted microchips sometimes malfunction. They also can shift positions and that makes it difficult to locate them. Above all, not all shelters and veterinarians exercise due diligence even when they bother to look for them.

All of those considerations combined with the enormous amount of time that has elapsed since Bear's disappearance raises the possibility that someone has rescued him from the street but does not have any intention of returning him. After all, he must be eating and sleeping somewhere.

It also is obvious that Bear would make a valuable addition to almost any home. Besides being a handsome fellow, he is described by Manning as a "lovely playful little boy." Wakeling, for his part, fondly remembers him as being "very friendly" and fond of food.

Not a good deal is written about catnapping but it nevertheless occurs all the time. (See Cat Defender post of July 9, 2007 entitled "Hungry and Disheveled Cat Named Slim Is Picked Up Off the Streets of Ottawa by Rescuer Who Refuses to Return Him to His Owners.")

Besides the machinations of private individuals, veterinarians sometimes rehome lost cats without so much as a second thought to either the feelings or rights of their lawful owners. (See Cat Defender post of June 26, 2012 entitled "A Family in Wiltshire Turns to Social Media and Leaflets in Order to Shame a Veterinary Chain and a Foster Parent into Returning Tazzy.")

The worst denouement of all would be for Bear to have fallen into the murderous clutches of the RSPCA. (See Cat Defender posts of June 5, 2007 and October 23, 2010 entitled, respectively, "RSPCA's Unlawful Seizure and Senseless Killing of Mork Leaves His Sister, Mindy, Brokenhearted and His Caretakers Devastated" and "RSPCA Steals and Executes Nightshift Who Was His Elderly Caretaker's Last Surviving Link to Her Dead Husband," plus the Daily Mail, December 30, 2012, "Revealed: RSPCA Destroys Half of the Animals That It Rescues -- Yet Thousands Are Completely Healthy.")

Bear's sudden disappearance also has had a profound effect upon Manning's cat, Tatiana. "They are the youngest cats in our family and love to play," she added to the Billericay Gazette. "Tatiana has been missing him more than anyone else as they were very good friends."

Bear was last seen on Greens Farm lane, which is approximately three-tenths of a mile from home, but it has not been divulged how long ago that was so he could be almost anywhere by now. Wakeling has not written him off as lost cause, however, and is offering a small reward for his return. He accordingly can be reached by telephone evenings and weekends at 01277 632527.

In Helen Keller's hometown of tiny Tuscumbia, Alabama, another version of this story currently is being played out but with an Evelyn Waugh twist. In this instance, the protagonists are twenty-nine-year-old Haley Nichols, who is battling stage three cervical cancer, and her resident feline, Baby Cat.

Unable to afford the onerous pet fees imposed upon her by the apartment complex in which she lives, Nichols earlier this year surrendered Baby Cat and her two kittens to Pets Are Worth Saving of Florence. The organization then sterilized them and placed them on a farm in Spring Valley, eleven kilometers removed from Tuscumbia.

"I thought she's be happier because she always wanted outside here, and I knew she was going to be in a barn and stay with her babies," Nichols told WAAY-TV of Hunstville on February 7th. (See "Cat Journeys Miles Back to Owner Battling Cancer.") "I thought it was perfect and that she's be happier, and I wanted to do what's right for my pets."
Baby Cat and Haley Nichols

Those sentiments clearly are at odds with her behavior in that the decision to get rid of Baby Cat and her kittens appears to have been made long before her clumsy attempt to rationalize doing so by appealing to the cats' best interests. Secondly, her timing tends to suggest that she followed the familiar ritual of abandoning them right after the holidays. Thirdly, her assertions conveniently omit any reference to the overriding financial considerations that prompted her to act.

Nichols, most assuredly, is neither the first nor the last individual to have abandoned cats in the name of expediency. In fact, such behavior is pretty much the norm with just about all individuals.

They love having them around when the times are good but once keeping them becomes either too expensive, troublesome, or simply inconvenient they drop them quicker than a hot potato. This abhorrent behavior is most readily discernible on the part of those individuals and organizations who have their cats killed off as soon as they become either old, sickly, or incontinent. (See Cat Defender post of January 2, 2013 entitled "Alley Cat Allies Demonstrates Its Utter Contempt for the Sanctity of Life by Unconscionably Killing Off Its Office Cat, Jared.")

To her credit, however, Nichols simply did not hand over Baby Cat and her kittens to a shelter to be killed upon arrival but instead placed them with a charity that respects life. That not only was the least morally offensive alternative available to her under the circumstances but it ultimately proved to be fatalistic as well.

That is because a few weeks after she had surrendered Baby Cat and her kittens, Nichols was diagnosed with cancer. She then spent four days in Birmingham undergoing treatment but the very next day after  returning home she received the shock of her life.

"I woke up and there was a cat at my window. I looked and I was like that cannot be Baby Cat. It can't be," she related to WAAY-TV in the article cited supra. "I reached and opened the door and she ran in and meowed and I thought that it can't be her, but she has a distinctive meow."

The particulars of Baby Cat's escape from the farm in Spring Valley and perilous journey back home to Tuscumbia likely never will be either known or fully comprehended. It is theorized, however, that she walked the entire distance over an extended four-week period wherein she was forced to traverse several busy roads and highways. It therefore is truly a miracle that she was not run down and killed by a hit-and-run motorist somewhere along the way.

"My cat knew I wasn't okay and she came back home. I think she's here watching over me," Nichols speculated to WAAY-TV. "I just feel blessed to have her back, and I know that she's going to make my healing process better because she's like a friend."

Not too many individuals are fortunate enough to be given a second chance in order to rectify their mistakes in this world. That is because it usually is way too late in order in order to do so once they have come to their senses. Baby Cat's heroics, however,  have bestowed upon Nichols a rare, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity not only to atone for abandoning her but, almost as importantly, to clear her own conscience.

Although her unexpected return is a welcomed development, dark clouds still linger on the horizon. Specifically, Nichols has not disclosed what she is going to do about the pet fee which precipitated this crisis in the first place. Plus, her escalating medical bills no doubt have only worsened her already precarious financial situation.

Apartment complexes that levy pet fees, ban cats altogether and, worst of all, kill and outlaw the feeding of those that are homeless are a reprehensible disgrace even under normal circumstances but in Nichols' case the conduct of her unidentified landlord is simply outrageous. (See Cat Defender posts of August 2, 2010 and July 7, 2012 entitled, respectively, "Old, Poor, and Sickly, Jeanne Ambler Is Facing Eviction for Feeding a Trio of Hungry Cats" and "NBC Philadelphia Conspires with a Virulent Cat-Hater and an Exterminator in Order to Have Six Newborn and Totally Innocent Kittens Killed in Southern New Jersey.")

Under these extremely trying circumstances, the proper thing for the apartment complex to do would be to waive the pet fee. If that is not in the cards, perhaps either some private individual or local charity will be willing to take concrete steps so as to ensure that Nichols and Baby Cat are able to remain together. It might even eventually be possible to reunite Baby Cat with her kittens.

In addition to providing a world of comfort to individuals who have been stricken with cancer, cats have been known to save their guardians' lives simply by alerting them to the presence of the disease itself. That is precisely what a black and white cat named Fidge recently did for fifty-two-year-old Wendy Humphreys of Wroughton in Wiltshire.

"She kept coming and sitting on my right breast when I was lying on the settee. She would jump onto it every night for a fortnight," Humphreys explained last year. "I went to see my general practitioner because I thought it was bruised. It just hurt and I didn't think anything else could be wrong."

Sadly, she was badly mistaken in that a pea-sized malignant lump was discovered in one of her breasts in September of 2011. She thus was forced to undergo chemotherapy and to have the breast removed in March of 2012.

"She saved my life, definitely. No hesitation at all," Humphreys added. "I was told that if I hadn't been diagnosed when I was I could have died because of the hormones in the menopause. I am so glad I got her."

Fidge's boundless loyalty and devotion to Humphreys did not end there, however. "She goes around on your shoulder and on your back and none of the other cats have done that. She never leaves me alone," Humphreys related. "Every morning she jumps up and makes sure I'm all right." (See Cat Defender post of April 20, 2012 entitled "Grateful for Being Provided with a Loving Home, Fidge in Turn Saves Her Mistress's Life by Alerting Her to a Malignant Growth on Her Breast.")

In June of 2009, an orange and white vagabond named Sumo performed the same heroics for Judy Danchurra of Winnipeg. (See Cat Defender post of March 27, 2010 entitled "Taken In Off the Street by a Compassionate Woman, Sumo Returns the Favor by Alerting Her to a Cancerous Growth on Her Bosom.")

Earlier in 2008, an eight-year-old orange cat named Tiger undoubtedly saved the life of fifty-nine-year-old Calgary resident Lionel Adams by alerting him to the presence of a malignant tumor the size of a soda can on his left lung. (See Cat Defender post of April 11, 2009 entitled "Tiger Saves His Owner's Life by Alerting Him to a Cancerous Growth on His Left Lung.")

On a somber note, the long-term prognoses for both Manning and Nichols do not look especially encouraging. Whereas multiple myeloma can be treated there is not yet a cure for the disease. Likewise, some handicappers peg the survival rate for stage three cervical cancer to be as low as  thirty to forty per cent. The medical men have been wrong before and, hopefully, that will be the case for both Manning and Nichols.

That nonetheless brings up the disquieting issue of the welfare of cats that survive their owners. In some instances they die of starvation and dehydration once they become trapped inside locked apartments and houses with their dead guardians. That, by the way, is another cogent argument against denying cats access to the great outdoors.

At other times either Animal Control officers or so-called rescue groups arrive johnny-on-the-spot and proceed to trap and kill every feline in sight. As badly as their owners need them, it is quite obvious that cats even more so require the protection that only they can provide.

The only sure way out of this extremely vexing problem is reserved for individuals like songstress Dusty Springfield who possess the wherewithal in order to establish living trusts for the continued care of their cats. Even family members and close friends cannot always be counted upon to take care of felines that are left behind. That in itself is all the more the pity considering all the trials and tribulations that cats are put through during their extremely brief existences.

If the future thus is destined to remain both unknowable and unmanageable, perhaps the best that can be done is to determine as early as possible exactly what is important in life and to accordingly live each day to the fullest and as if it were the very last. Manning, quite obviously, has her priorities in order in that she is fully cognizant of Bear's value. Nichols, on the other hand, hopefully has been enlightened and now is seized with an infinitely greater appreciation for Baby Cat.

In the final analysis, however, life remains an unfathomable mystery right up through the ringing down of the curtain on act three and that holds true for both cats and men alike. "Droll thing life is -- that mysterious arrangement of merciless logic for a futile purpose," Joe Conrad mused in Heart of Darkness. "The most you can hope from it is some knowledge of yourself -- that comes too late -- a crop of unextinguishable (sic) regrets."

Photos: Sylvia Manning (Bear) and WAAY-TV (Baby Cat and Nichols).

Friday, April 12, 2013

Arnie of the Linton Zoo Is Remembered as a Wonderfully Loving and Charismatic Cat Who Gave Back Far More Than He Received During His All-Too-Brief Sojourn Upon This Earth

Arnie and Zara in 2008

"His most special job...was as the baby-sitter of abandoned newborn animals brought into the house for hand-rearing. Arnie baby-sat all four of our adult lions when they were cubs and some of their offspring too."
-- Kim Simmons of the Linton Zoo

The cat world lost one of its most celebrated ambassadors on January 9th when Arnie of the Linton Zoo in Cambridgeshire died unexpectedly. What had started out as just another ordinary day ended tragically for him and all those, both humans as well as animals, who were fortunate enough to have known him.

"...after completing his staff greetings and doing his usual morning rounds to see his zoo friends, purring all the way, Arnie, our ginger tom returned home for a spot of breakfast and then snuggled up on his bed and went to sleep," the zoo told the BBC on January 9th. (See "Linton Zoo's 'Baby-Sitting' Cat Arnie Receives 'Global' Tributes after Death.") "There he passed away peacefully."

Although he did have arthritis in his rear legs and other unspecified age-related maladies, his death nonetheless came as quite a shock. His age has not been disclosed but since he had resided at the zoo ever since he wandered in as a homeless waif back in 2003, he was at least ten years old.

Still, that is such a terribly brief time for any cat and that is especially the case for one as loving and giving of himself as Arnie. It almost goes without saying that he has left behind very large paw prints that will not be easily, if ever, filled.

"A cat with an outstanding personality, Arnie was without a doubt a most extraordinary cat who had an extraordinary life," the zoo stated in an undated post on its web site back in January. (See "Farewell Arnie, You Will Be Missed.") "He will be missed by not only the people who knew and loved him, but by his many animal friends around the zoo."

At Linton, Arnie wore many hats. He welcomed visitors, shared their lunches, and tagged along with them as they toured the grounds. Just his presence alone is credited with boosting the morale and brightening the days of staffers.

From time to time he rescued baby rabbits and marsh hens which he then carried home to the zoo for care and treatment. Of course, ornithologists and wildlife biologists would never believe a word of that, especially those working at the University of Georgia in Athens, the Smithsonian Institution in Washington, and the United States Fish and Wildlife Service (USFWS). Accordingly to their malicious and defamatory lies, all cats are sadistic killers that must be exterminated at all costs.

As valuable as Arnie's contributions were in those areas, he is destined to be remembered, at least by the outside world, for something ever more remarkable. "His most special job... was as the baby-sitter of abandoned newborn animals brought into the house for hand-rearing," zoo curator Kim Simmons told the BBC in the article cited supra. "Arnie baby-sat all four of our adult lions (Riziki, Karla, Zuri, and Safina) when they were cubs and some of their offspring too."
Arnie and Zara at Play

Specifically, he would groom, entertain and, in many respects, serve as the mothers that they had lost. "He would climb into their baskets and snuggle up," Simmons added to the BBC. "There is nothing quite like a real, warm beating heart next to a young animal."

It was his painstaking care of a six-week-old lioness named Zara, however, that brought him worldwide acclaim. Born on May 13, 2008, she was rejected by her mother, Safina, but saved by Arnie after he took her underneath his wing.

Getting large carnivores that are born in captivity, such as lions, to care for their offspring often is an even more daunting challenge than coaxing them to breed. For instance, Zara's father, Zuri, also was rejected by his mother after he was born on July 3, 2006 at the West Midlands Safari Park in Bewdley, Worcestershire, another combination zoo and captive-breeding facility.

He later was transferred to Linton where he and Safina still reside. Zara, on the other hand, either was sold or traded some years back to the Ugandan Wildlife Education Center  in Entebbe which is a joint venture run by the Ugandan government and the Wildlife Conservation Society. The latter is better known as the proprietor of the Bronx, Central Park, Prospect Park, and Queens zoos as well as the New York Aquarium.

On September 21st of last year, Zara gave birth to a cub after mating with a sixteen-year-old lion named Kibonge. Both Zara and her cub therefore are living memorials to Arnie.

Since the zoo has not broached the subject, it does not seem likely that it provided Arnie with either a funeral or a proper burial. Perhaps it will elect to rectify that glaring omission at a later date by establishing a memorial in his honor on the grounds but even that is in doubt.

Rather, the zoo seems more intent upon cashing in on his notoriety. "We are thinking about putting together a book," Simmons confided to the BBC. "His life is the stuff of Disney movies."

If reaction to his death is any indication, there certainly would appear to be a robust market for both literary and cinematic depictions of his life. "We had hundreds of messages but it went crazy when MSN ran it in America," Simmons told the BBC. "His story seems to have touched, and been shared by, so many."
Arnie and Huwi, a Turkmenian Eagle Owlet

The halcyon account of Arnie's life as presented by the zoo and media is what might be termed as the marquee version. There is another side to this story, however, and it is nowhere nearly as salubrious nor anything that Disney ever would touch with so much as a ten-foot pole.

Like Arnie, thousands of helpless cats currently are unjustly incarcerated at zoos, captive-breeding facilities, and research institutions around the globe where they are nakedly exploited as virtual slaves. In addition to employing toms in order to serve as the playmates of wild carnivores, female cats are pressed into service as surrogate mothers.

For example, at the Artis Royal Zoo in Amsterdam an unidentified cat was handed the job or nursing a red panda back in 2008 after its mother, Gladys, had rejected it. (See Cat Defender post of July 24, 2008 entitled "Red Panda That Was Rejected by Her Mother but Later Adopted by a Cat Dies Unexpectedly at an Amsterdam Zoo.")

At both Carolina Wildlife Care, northwest of Columbia, and Big Cat Rescue in Tampa cats routinely are exploited as surrogate mothers for abandoned bobcat kittens. (See National Public Radio, April 30, 2010, "Domestic Tabby in South Carolina Adopts Abandoned Bobcats" and AOL News, April 30, 2010, "Bobcat Cubs Milk Attention from Adopted Moms.")

Since such facilities require a steady stream of lactating cats, that brings up the disturbing question of what becomes of their offspring. In that regard, it is difficult to imagine that very many of them are treated in any even remotely humane fashion by these cutthroat, shekel-chasing institutions.

The Audubon Center for Research of Endangered Species (ACRES) in New Orleans nakedly exploits and horribly abuses wholesale numbers of cats as sperm and egg donors as well as surrogate mothers in order to carry out  its diabolical captive-breeding and cloning experiments. (See Cat Defender posts of September 6, 2005 and November 17, 2008 entitled, respectively, "Clones of Endangered African Wildcats Give Birth to Eight Naturally-Bred Healthy Kittens in New Orleans" and "Mr. Green Genes' Coming Out Party Ushers In a New Era of Unspeakable Atrocities to Be Committed Against Cats by Cloners and Vivisectors.")

At the Smithsonian Institution's National Zoo in Washington cats are shanghaied into wearing cameras that supposedly record their predatory behavior. The zoo in turn uses this grossly overinflated data in order to trumpet its feline eradication schemes.

Then, to talk about hypocrisy, the zoo in all likelihood employs other cats, like Linton, in order to nurse and take care of orphaned wildlife. It thus is allowed to indulge in its loathing of the species at both ends of the spectrum without ever being held either legally or morally accountable.

Even more outrageously, the zoo is allowed to get away with failing to disclose where it gets its cats, how they are treated and, most important of all, what it does with them once they have outlived their usefulness to it. Since one of its researchers, Nico Dauphiné, was arrested in May of 2011 for attempting to poison a colony of cats living in Meridian Hill Park, it is difficult to believe that the zoo does anything other than systematically exterminate all of its domestic cats once it has finished with them.
Muschi and Mäuschen

In spite of all of that, the worthless rotters, blowhards, and phonies at the Washington Humane Society categorically refuse to even look into these matters. (See Cat Defender posts of July 12, 2011, November 18, 2011, January 6, 2012, and December 20,2012 entitled, respectively, "The Arrest of Nico Dauphiné for Attempting to Poison a Colony of Homeless Cats Unmasks the National Zoo as a Hideout for Ailurophobes and Criminals," "Nico Dauphiné, Ph.D., Is Convicted of Attempting to Poison a Colony of Homeless Cats but Questions Remain Concerning the Smithsonian's Role," "Nico Dauphiné Is Let Off with an Insultingly Lenient $100 Fine in a Show Trial That Was Fixed from the Very Beginning," and "The Inexcusable Refusal of Washington's Derelict Legal Establishment to Punish Nico Dauphiné and the Smithsonian for Their Despicable Crimes Was the Most Momentous Cat Story to Come Out of 2011.")

In addition to this litany of systematic and institutionalized abuse, cats that are held hostage at zoos and captive-breeding facilities live under the constant threat of being either mauled or killed by the very same carnivores that they help to rear, not to mention other inmates as well. To its credit, the Linton Zoo openly acknowledged this danger to Arnie but it never specified exactly what precautions were taken in order to safeguard his fragile life.

"Arnie the cat loves having cubs in the house and the two are great friends, but we'll have to guard him as Zara gets bigger and stronger," Simmons admitted to the Daily Mail on June 7, 2008. (See "Zara the Lion Cub and Arnie the House Cat Make a Purrfect Couple.")

No evidence has come to light that contradicts Simmons' version of how Arnie died but then again it strains credulity that she would publicly admit it even if he had been mauled to death by either a lion or some other animal. At the very least, he likely was bitten and scratched numerous times over the years while looking after lion cubs.

At the Zoologischer Garten Berlin, an eleven-pound black cat named Muschi has been residing with a group of black Asiatic bears ever since she wandered in off the street in 2000. For the first decade of her residence, she lived under the protection of a maternalistic female named Mäuschen.

Sadly, the zoo elected to kill off Mäuschen at the age of forty-two on November 16, 2010 after she had developed a movement disaster. The zoo briefly toyed with the idea of teaming Muschi with its world famous four-year-old Eisbären, Knut, but that plan fell apart when he collapsed as the result of an inflamed spinal cord and collapsed into a pond of water and drowned on March 19, 2011. (See Der Spiegel, April 1, 2011, "Folge einer Gehirnentzündung: Knut starb durch Ertrinken.")

Despite the tragic loss of her protector, Muschi amazingly is still alive and living with the bears. According to the zoo's Heiner Klös, she is fed regularly by the zookeepers and is in the "bester Gesundheit." (See Cat Defender posts of June 30, 2008, October 6, 2008, and December 4, 2010 entitled, respectively, "Berlin Zoo Reunites Old Friends Muschi and Mäuschen after a Brief Enforced Separation," "In Memoriam: Thomas Dorflein, 1963-2008," and "Muschi Is Left on Her Own in a Perilous Environment after the Berliner Zoo Kills Off Her Best Friend and Protector, Mäuschen.")

Earlier this year a brown and white nameless cat had a violent run-in with a Gharial crocodile at the Jaipur Zoo in the Indian state of Rajasthan. Although it is unclear whether the cat actually resides at the institution or simply wandered in on its own, it had the notoriously bad luck to wind up in the crocodile exhibit.

As the unsuspecting moggy neared the water's edge the crocodile silently crept up on it and prepared to snatch it between its one-hundred, razor-sharp teeth. Onlookers screamed in a vain attempt to warn the cat of its impending doom.
The Cat Warns the Crocodile... 

Although cats can see almost nothing directly in front of them, this intrepid moggy must either have heard or smelled the predator because at the last possible moment it spotted it but instead of turning tail and running it astounded spectators by taking to the offensive and scratching the reptile twice on the snout. That was all it took in order to convince the crocodile to abandon the fight and to look for its lunch somewhere else.

"We initially thought the cat was under the impression that it was a rat in the pond," twenty-six-year-old Vishal Chaudhary of New Delhi, who filmed the dramatic encounter, later told the Daily Mail on February 21st. (See "Whisker Away from Death: Moment Courageous Cat Battles with Zoo Crocodile and Wins.") "When the crocodile came up in the water we felt sure we were witnessing the last minutes of her life."

To say that Chaudhary and his twenty-five-year-old spouse, Manu of Southall in Middlesex, were impressed by the cat's moxie would be a gross understatement. "We couldn't believe it though when the cat daringly warned the crocodile and then fearlessly slapped it twice," he added. "I was just screaming: 'Oh my God, oh my God.' We were amazed at what we had seen."

Despite that lofty praise, the cat was extremely fortunate to have escaped with its life. If its reaction time had been a couple of seconds slower the denouement to this story surely would have been altogether different.

Most important of all, this episode vividly demonstrates writ large that cats do not belong in either zoos or captive-breeding facilities under any circumstances. Unfortunately, it is not known what eventually became of the brave little cat.

Besides the threat posed by predators, cats often are horribly abused by both management and staffers at zoos. For example, in March of last year forty of their shelters were destroyed at the Beijing Zoo.

Later on October 4th, the remaining seventy-seven of them were demolished. The zoo's one-hundred-twenty cats thus were left with only their water bowls.

"The zoo faces the nation and the world, and it should not allow these shelters to destroy the zoo's environment," Vice President Qian Jinchao is quoted in the October 11th edition of the Global Times of Beijing as blowing long and hard. (See "Beijing Zoo Accused of 'Cat Expulsion'.")
... and then the Battle Is Joined

In addition to expressing concerns over its public image, the zoo also has trotted out the old bugaboo that cats are unhygienic as another justification for its inhumane treatment of them. "It is out of consideration of the potential health threat to other animals in the zoo, because stray cats can spread infectious diseases," public relations officer Ye Mingxia added to the Global Times.

Like the National Zoo and other such dishonest institutions, the Beijing Zoo recruits and exploits cats whenever doing so suits its nefarious designs and then turns around and defames them as a prelude to giving them the bum's rush, or worse, once it no longer needs their services. Besides being inhumane, it is the very pinnacle of hypocrisy for institutions that exploit cats for their milk, nurturing skills, sperm, and occytes to simultaneously claim that they are unhygienic and spread diseases. If there were any validity to such allegations zoos, captive breeding facilities, and Frankensteinesque research centers like ACRES would have gotten rid of their cats long ago.

Moreover, considering the city of Beijing's litany of past and present crimes committed against the species, it is the zoo's cats even more so than its collection of wild animals that are in need of protection. (See Cat Defender post of March 27, 2008 entitled "Tens of Thousands of Cats Are Being Rounded Up and Sent to Death Camps as Beijing Prepares to Host the Summer Olympics.")

Although the zoo has announced plans to build what it calls a "cat island," at last report it had not even begun construction on the project. Instead of being so overly concerned about visitors seeing the shelters, Qian would be better off paying closer attention to all the negative publicity that is being generated by his institution's mistreatment of the cats themselves.

"I don't think a person who disregards animals' lives would take good care of other kinds of animals in the zoo," twenty-four-year-old Li Shan of the city's Chaoyang District told the Global Times in the article cited supra.

Even the now world famous Muschi would not have lasted for very long if she had turned up at the Zooligischer Garten Berlin a decade earlier. That is because back in 1991 the facility's curator, Bernhard Blaszkiewitz, used his very own hands in order to break the necks of four cats.

For whatever it is worth, the zoo now claims that it no longer kills its unwanted felines but rather fobs them off on to the Deutscher Tierschutzbund in Bonn where it is anyone's guess as to what then ultimately becomes of them. Every bit as outrageous as his crimes, Blaszkiewitz never was charged with animal cruelty and continues to hold on to his job.

Wild animals unjustly incarcerated at zoos and captive-breeding facilities are treated every bit as inhumanely as their domestic cat playmates if not indeed worse. For starters, they are deprived of all freedom and dignity from womb to tomb.

Their diets, social lives, and sexual relations are choreographed to the minutest detail by their gaolers. Their unrelenting miseries are compounded by a never ending parade of peripatetic researchers who probe, measure, spy on, and rob them of fluids, tissues, and DNA samples.
Dianna Hanson with an Unidentified Lion Cub

At many of these facilities they often are beaten, drugged, defanged, and declawed. They also are starved, forced to live in squalor, and suffer from a myriad of diseases, genetic abnormalities, and infections that go untreated.

The only breaks that they receive from the dull monotony occasioned by their unjust incarceration is when they are bartered and sold and even then they are subjected to grueling trips all over the world in either the rears of trucks or the frigid cargo holds of airliners. Under such appalling conditions they are not treated much better than inanimate commodities that are peddled on the Chicago Mercantile Exchange.

Even if they behave themselves and are lucky their only reward is to be allowed to go on living for just a little bit longer. If the Fates should conspire against them, they are doomed.

That is precisely what happened to forty-nine carnivores, including eighteen Bengal tigers and seventeen lions, that were housed at the Muskingum County Animal Farm (MCAF) in Zanesville, Ohio, in October of 2011 when their owner, Terry Thompson, turned all of them loose before committing suicide. That made it as easy as pie for Muskingum County Sheriff Matt Lutz and his bloodthirsty deputies to embark upon a great safari hunt all the while pretending to be protecting the public. (See Cat Defender post of November 3, 2011 entitled "Sheriff Matt Lutz Settles an Old Score by Staging a Great Safari Hunt That Claims the Lives of Eighteen Tigers and Seventeen Lions in Zanesville.")

Earlier on Christmas Day of 2007, an Amur tigress named Tatiana met with a similar fate after she had the temerity to defend herself against a trio of punks who had attacked her at the San Francisco Zoo. On that occasion it was the local police who practically jumped out of their boots at the opportunity to serve as her executioner. (See Cat Defender post of January 28, 2008 entitled "Hopped Up on Vodka and Pot, Trio Taunted Tatiana Prior to Attacks that Led to Her Being Killed by the Police.")

At Cat Haven, an exotic zoo in Dunlap, California, a five-year-old lion named Cous Cous was shot and killed by deputies belonging to the Fresno County Sheriff's Office early last month after he fatally broke the neck of twenty-four-year-old intern Dianna Hanson of Seattle. Since she had been killed instantly, the deputies did not have a valid reason for immediately killing Cous Cous in that he could have been tranquilized and her corpse retrieved afterwards.

"The lion had been fed, the young woman was cleaning the large enclosure, and the lion was in the small cage," Fresno County Coroner David Haddon explained to The Philadelphia Inquirer on March 8th. (See "Lion had Fled His Cage, Officials Say.") "The gate of the cage was partially open, which allowed the lion to lift it up with his paw."

As was the case with the animals at MCAF and Tatiana, Cous Cous was forced to pay the ultimate price because of human error and carelessness. That is in addition to the ever greater crime of allowing both public and private institutions to incarcerate animals in the first place.

An  strikingly similar event occurred at Sea World in Orlando in February of 2010 when a thirty-year-old, twelve-thousand pound orca named Tilikum killed one of his trainers, forty-year-old Dawn Brancheau. Luckily for him, his financial value to the amusement park spared him from being liquidated on the spot. (See The New York Times, February 24, 2010, "Whale Kills a Trainer at Sea World" and The Independent of London, February 26, 2010, "The Big Question: Should We Be Keeping Animals Such as Killer Whales in Captivity?")
Winner

Even when captive animals are not preyed upon by either the law enforcement community, visitors, or their keepers, the abominable conditions under which they sometimes are housed are sufficient in themselves in order to lead to their demise. This is perhaps nowhere better illustrated than in the utter absurdity of incarcerating Eisbären in hot climates.

For example, a polar bear named Winner succumbed to hyperthermia last Christmas Eve at the Buenos Aries Zoo. In addition to the torrid temperatures occasioned by the Argentinian summer, Winner became frightened by holiday pyrotechnics and that made it virtually impossible for the bear to control its body temperature.

Hot climates present insurmountable obstacles for these behemoths from the Arctic region. In addition to their thick fur and fat, their black skin and hollow hairs absorb heat. (See the Daily Mail, December 27, 2012, "Polar Bear Killed by Heat Wave.")

Another odious, although all-too-common, practice of zoos and captive-breeding facilities is to sell off their  inmates for their flesh and other valuable body parts once they become either aged or fall out of favor for whatever reason. For instance, at the Zoologischer Garten Berlin, Blaszkiewitz is alleged to have sold, inter alia, three elderly black Asiatic bears to a slaughterhouse as well as an unspecified number of tigers and jaguars to China for their body parts and fluids. That is in addition to having ordered the premeditated killing of at least one-hundred-fifty other animals for various reasons.

It is, however, the business practices of the Bin Feng Tang Restaurant at the Beijing Zoo that really take the cake. The eatery is so brazen in fact that it serves the toes of hippopotamuses, the tails of kangaroos, the penises of deer, shark fin soup, ostrich eggs, ant soup, crocodiles, scorpions, and peacocks to its equally undiscriminating diners. In the past, the zoo even has gone so far as to post notices on its inmates' cages describing not only which parts are the tastiest but also the most beneficial in traditional Chinese medicine.

"Although it is legal, I don't think it is humanitarian (sic)," Chang Jiwen of the China Academy of Social Sciences told The Guardian of London on May 21, 2010. (See "Hippopotamus on Menu at Beijing Zoo.") "It is very inappropriate and immoral of them to sell such products. It is against the aim of the zoo."

The ruthless exploitation of wild animals, especially lions, is every bit as pervasive and egregious in the United States as it is in China and elsewhere. For instance, lions are raised and slaughtered for their meat at several locations across the country and such atrocities are perfectly legal and totally unregulated by either the United States Department of Agriculture, the Federal Drug Administration, or the USFWS.

Just about all of these animals are born in captivity and wind up at slaughterhouses after having been sold off by zoos, captive-breeding facilities, circuses, and animal brokers. (See Living on Earth, May 20, 2011, "Lion Meat, Anyone?")

In the Green Room at the Hotel DuPont in Wilmington, Delaware, kangaroos, alligators, pythons, frogs, elk, caribou, and other unspecified animals are on the menu for $125 per person. Although the hotel advertises its exotic animals as having come from Australia and Africa, it is far more likely that most of them were bred, reared, and slaughtered in the United States.
Arnie and Zara Share a Tender Moment

In addition to trafficking in the flesh of exotic animals, zoos and captive-breeding facilities additionally are guilty of sacrificing the lives of untold numbers of wild animals, such as rabbits and deer, as well as domesticated ones, such as goats and cows, in order to feed their inmates. Often these unspeakably abused animals are thrown into the cages and enclosures of carnivores while they are still alive so that they can be chased before being torn to shreds.

In addition to not being the natural prey of exotic animals, it is totally inexcusable for zoos to value these animals' lives so little as to warrant disposing of them in such a cavalier fashion. Contrary to what zookeepers believe and practice, just because the public is unwilling to shell out big bucks in order to visit them that does not make their lives any less precious than those of their star attractions.

The argument advanced by the proprietors of these thoroughly reprehensible institutions is that only they stand in the way of mass extinctions. "Captive-breeding programs for as many species as possible, including those species not directly under threat at the present time, will ensure a safeguard against extinction," the Linton Zoo carols on its web site. "It has always been our aim to create a place where these threatened creatures could be brought to live safely and peacefully and where they could be happy, contented and breed."

Although Linton does care for lions, Amurs, leopards, tapirs, zebras, and lemurs that are inching perilously close to extinction, the vast majority of its collection of birds, tortoises, snakes, and insects are not in any present danger. The same can be said for its collection of kangaroos, which the Australians are slaughtering in droves, and wallabies.

Zoos and captive-breeding facilities are not the answer. Although these institutions eventually may succeed in keeping a few species alive, the survivors will be caricatures of their former selves. Robbed of all freedom and dignity and ruthlessly exploited at every turn for financial gain, it is hard to believe that the lives of any of these captive animals could be anything other than a living Hell.

What the animals need are protected habitats that are fenced off and patrolled by armed guards both on the ground and in the air. That is the only way that poachers, developers, and wildlife biologists with their endless tagging experiments can be kept out and the animals protected.

Sadly, there is not any willingness anywhere in the world to do any of that. Consequently, poachers continue to eliminate them with impunity while capitalists follow in their wake in order to gobble up their Lebensraum. The long and the short of the matter is that whether in the wild or captivity, the animals stand precious little chance of surviving.

That should not in any way be misconstrued as a clarion call to throw in the towel on them; au contraire, efforts urgently need to be doubled in order to protect the lives, freedoms, and dignities of all animals whether they be companion, farm, or wildlife.

There never will be another Arnie, however, and the Linton Zoo is unquestionably a far poorer place without him. Although there is not any way of knowing for certain one way or the other, it would be a comfort to be able to believe that his years spent there were not too traumatic and that he was able to find some measure of happiness. That probably is wishful thinking but it at least softens somewhat the heartbreak of losing him so soon.

Photos: Facebook (Arnie and Zara, Dianna Hanson), Linton Zoo (Arnie and Huwi), Die Welt (Muschi and Mäuschen), Vishal and Manu Chaudhary (cat and crocodile), and Natacha Pisarenko of the Associated Press via the Daily Mail (Winner).