Titus the Cat woke me this morning around 6 am. He was on the floor next to my bed, yipping like a dog. I told him to go away, but he kept on yipping, so I realized it was important. I picked up my phone to shine some light on him, and I saw that he was proudly standing before the warm cadaver of a mouse.
Now, I live in a semi-rural area, technical next to a farm. Mice are common here, as is other wildlife; for example, we often see pheasants in our garden. Titus the Cat is a skilled hunter, and often brings prizes back to the house. This time, he may have wanted to show his conquest to Rosalind the Cat, our five-month old kitten who has not yet been outside on her own.
Part of me feels pain for the poor mice that get slain by such a devastating predator, but another part of me congratulates Titus the Cat for his success. (In fact, I don't know if he caught the mouse outside or in the house; perhaps it was the latter, and that's why he was so excited. We only saw a mouse in the house once.) It is the natural order of things that predators eat prey, and mice are, in many cases, vermin. (Like the ones that chewed up a child seat, stored in a shed outside, that my partner bought for when her granddaughter visits.)
I know we're supposed to help all sentient beings, but should I be interfering with the natural order of things? I can't stop Titus the Cat from hunting, but I feel a bit conflicted about the whole thing.
Gassho,
Kirk
#SatThisMorningEarlierThanUsual
Now, I live in a semi-rural area, technical next to a farm. Mice are common here, as is other wildlife; for example, we often see pheasants in our garden. Titus the Cat is a skilled hunter, and often brings prizes back to the house. This time, he may have wanted to show his conquest to Rosalind the Cat, our five-month old kitten who has not yet been outside on her own.
Part of me feels pain for the poor mice that get slain by such a devastating predator, but another part of me congratulates Titus the Cat for his success. (In fact, I don't know if he caught the mouse outside or in the house; perhaps it was the latter, and that's why he was so excited. We only saw a mouse in the house once.) It is the natural order of things that predators eat prey, and mice are, in many cases, vermin. (Like the ones that chewed up a child seat, stored in a shed outside, that my partner bought for when her granddaughter visits.)
I know we're supposed to help all sentient beings, but should I be interfering with the natural order of things? I can't stop Titus the Cat from hunting, but I feel a bit conflicted about the whole thing.
Gassho,
Kirk
#SatThisMorningEarlierThanUsual
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