So, currently I am living on a boat in Florida, enjoying my work and the thunderstorms... of which we get daily. In my current profession I see a lot... things that turn stomachs and break hearts. I see people who should have never had children and the neglect that comes thereafter... I have seen the mentally damaged and uncared for self medicate themselves into a early grave... I have seen people who are truly loved and cared for... I have seen the best and the worst of human nature.
The thing that I still can't get over is the treatment of Animals tough. While I am not a vegetarian by any means, animals are not thoughless creatures that react purely on instinct. I HATE it when people tell me that, because if that was the case... why do dogs dream? Why do wild animals calm down and let people help them when they are hurt and realize that they are going to be helped and not harmed? How come abuse cases can be turned around? If animals were purely instinctual then there would be no way UNDER THE SUN OR MOON that I would have ever been able to get through to any of my horses...
And now, I have somehow ended up with more cats... one of whom I might hurt the owner of if I ever meet. Here at the Marina we now have Pretty Kittie, Bruiser (who will be named Abbey if he turns out to be a she) and Scruffy McGee. Pretty Kittie belongs to one of the fishermen out here... she was a feral whom took to him and seeing as he is currently off the coast of Maine I am feeding her and taking care of her... Brusier is a true feral, turned out at the marina after getting fixed to keep down the rat population. Slowly that one is warming up to me, seeing as I feed all 3 of them. Brusier is discovering a love of cat treats, and I am thinking about getting some catnip and seeing how that goes over with them.
McGee is the one that I will hurt the previous owner. He is a large somewhat shaggy and now incredibly scruffy cat whom was obviously an indoor animal. He cannot keep himself clean at all (which was the big, blazing first clue) and is sweet and affectionate. He just showed up here one day, filthy and ragged. I checked with all the listings I could possibly find to see if there was a missing cat that fit his description, I even posted a listing on a few sites and put up found posters... nothing came of it. Which tells me that someone drove this housecat out to the docks and simply left him there, which gets my ire up. If you can't take care of an animal why get one in the first place? Why have children? If you can't take care of a sweet cat whom is housebroken and doesn't spray... how can you possibly expect to take care of a tiny person? Every time I see the mistreatment of animals it makes me wonder... what kind of person, what kind of parent, is that? How can someone trust that they will not be similiarly mistreated or discarded? If someone can do that to one living thing, what's stopping them from doing it to another?
Ok, I'm gonna get off my soap box now.