Jessica Gonzalez said:I suppose saying that is "fair" is about as reasonable as saying owning people was fair. And not too long ago, that’s how things were. Having horses for riding and slaves for the heavy lifting was considered practical and desirable. You have parents, which is one generation back. You had grandparents, which is two. Everyone related to those people is your kin. If you go back thousands or millions of generations, that dog is your relative. That pig is your relative. That cat is your relative. It all just depends on how far back you look in the family tree. Humans just arbitrarily decide where the line is drawn—where a relative becomes a beloved friend and where they become ingredients for sausages. Not so long ago, people decided that certain Homo sapiens were "real" people while others were just slaves. You can try to spin this by saying "it's not the same," or "you're taking this to extremes," or "but my cat is happy." That’s not just my take; if we pretend to hold ourselves to high moral standards and condemn violence against humans, yet also condemn the lack of rights for certain groups, then I think it's fair to ask if my distant, hairy relatives have those same rights. If they don't (and they don't, just look at what's on your plate), then the whole concept of human rights feels a bit hollow. They seem like human inventions and criteria that shift every year. We put a person who kills another person in prison, but we celebrate the guy who kills a pig as a master of the grill? If you start spinning all those combinations, your head might spin, but hey, maybe that's needed sometimes.
I guess I’ll say it again: I’m not expecting to win this argument or have everyone agree with me, because I know they won't. I'm just trying to broaden the perspective on a topic that isn't black and white. Humans are the masters of domesticated animals, and those animals don't have freedom. They are human property. I wonder if any of you would actually want to be someone else's property? Maybe just think about that next time you look into a dog or cat's eyes and feel convinced that everything is perfect and that there's just pure, mutual love. That street is a one-way street.
My Cat is free; he’s happy and doing just fine with me.
His window is open (I live on the ground floor) and he hasn't gone anywhere for years.
In the winter, he doesn't leave the bed except for five minutes outside to do his business and to jump on something a hundred times a day. In the summer, he's never home except to come in and eat five or six times a day; otherwise, he's in the yard.
Cats never lived better than when the Egyptians "domesticated" them.
This glorification of life in the wild is misplaced.
Do you actually know how wild animals live in the wild?
Those animals that serve as prey live in constant, 24/7 fear that some Cat, crocodile, or Wolf might eat them, while Cats live in a state of constant hunger agony—except perhaps for Lions, for a week or two when idiots like wildebeests charge into the slaughter.
And don't even get me started on disease.
Do you really think a wild cow in India has an idyllic life? Hell no. Go into the jungle and try your best not to be eaten by a crocodile, a tiger, or a leopard; try not to be bitten by a venomous snake, or attacked by a swarm of killer bees, or trip on a branch and get an infection, only to have scavengers start eating you while you're still alive.
This romanticization of life in the wild is truly fascinating.