I've had cats all my life. I let one out for the day -- well, he WANTED to -- and came home to find him lying across my doorstep, still alive, with smashed hips from being hit by a car. I have NEVER EVER let a cat outside again, I don't care how much they beg.
Now, the feral who lives in my yard has managed to survive for going on 14 years. And she still can get a bird. Which I hate, but who am I to redesign Mother Nature?
Life in the wild is short, nasty and brutish. Once in a while we humans can intervene to lessen pain. That seems to be about it. But it's worth doing because, frankly, I think it makes us "better" people when we are compassionate to everything. (Though I often have trouble being compassionate toward too many humans.)
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Now, the feral who lives in my yard has managed to survive for going on 14 years. And she still can get a bird. Which I hate, but who am I to redesign Mother Nature?
Life in the wild is short, nasty and brutish. Once in a while we humans can intervene to lessen pain. That seems to be about it. But it's worth doing because, frankly, I think it makes us "better" people when we are compassionate to everything. (Though I often have trouble being compassionate toward too many humans.)