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Monday, June 05, 2017

Martha Gellhorn Is Locked Up for Ten Days after Biting a Tourist in the Latest Calamity to Befall Ernest Hemingway's Star-Crossed Polydactyls

Martha Gellhorn Is Back Home at the Museum

"It was the first time ever and the woman was aggressive with the cat."

-- Jacque Sands of the Ernest Hemingway Home and Museum

The much maligned and litigated polydactyls that reside at the Ernest Hemingway Home and Museum in Key West have once again run afoul of the long arm of the law. This time around the culprit is a brown female of unspecified age known as Martha Gellhorn who at around 4 p.m. on July 20th of last year bit the left hand of seventy-six-year-old Mary Ann Law of New Port Richey, seven-hundred-eighteen kilometers to the north on the Gulf of Mexico.

No details have been released as to either the severity of the bite or what type of medical attention that it required. Whereas scratches are not normally anything to be overly concerned about, bites are an altogether different matter owing to the potentially harmful bacteria that lives in a cat's mouth.

It therefore is imperative that such wounds to immediately cleansed with water and that any blood that has pooled on the surface be removed. The wound next needs to the irrigated with either hydrogen peroxide or iodine before common, over-the-counter antibiotics, such as bacitracin, neomycin sulfate, and polymyxin b. sulfate are applied. The bite then needs to be bandaged so that the antibiotics will remain in situ and work their magic.

In most instances, such remedial efforts are sufficient in order to ward off the onset of further difficulties. The wound may be sore for a few days and there might even be some slight swelling but that usually is the extent of the damage.

Time is of the essence, however, in that cat bites must be dealt with promptly. If that is not the case, severe inflammation may ensue and professional intervention may be warranted. Even under the worst of circumstances, however, the swelling normally subsides in a few weeks with the infected area returning to its normal size and function.

Given that polydactyls have resided at 907 Whitehead Street ever since 1935, staffers should be well versed by this time on how to treat cat bites and scratches and have, at the very least, a first aid kit on the premises. It also would be helpful if they possessed the prerequisite savoir-faire in order to calm victims and, if necessary, were willing to financially compensate them on the spot so as to foreclose on the prospect of any future legal problems.

In this instance, Law reportedly did not want to make a stink about the matter but her meddlesome daughter insisted upon calling in the Key West Police Department. While it is true that there is a law on the books in Florida that stipulates that all animal bites must be reported to the authorities, Americans have a long history of observing such edicts much more in the breach than in the spirit in which they were intended. Besides, considering how trigger-happy cops have become of late any thinking individual would be wary of asking any of them for so much as the time of day.

No harm ensued in this instance however because the cops, predictably, did not want anything to do with the matter and instead handed off the baton to the Florida Keys SPCA in Key West. That which followed was an all-too-familiar refrain from a song that never seems to change.

Specifically, the SPCA dispatched its Animal Control officer, Lindsey Thompson, who arrived johnny-on-the-spot and promptly took Martha, who was so named in honor of Hemingway's third wife, into custody. She then transported her to the All Animals Clinic on Stock Island, five kilometers north of Key West, where she was placed under lock and key.

After serving a ten-day sentence for allegedly being rabid, Martha was released from custody on July 30th and returned to the museum. "No sign of rabies," Thompson concluded according to The Keynoter of Marathon's August 17th edition. (See "Hemingway Cat 'Jailed' after Tourist Complains of Bite Returns Home.")

Rocky and Samantha Davies

Even though such behavior is patently unfair and mindlessly absurd, every time that a cat either bites or scratches someone the authorities immediately start screaming their bloody heads off about rabies. For example back on August 20, 2014, members of the Gorham Police Department in Maine even went so far as to anoint themselves as judge, jury, and executioner of an elegant tuxedo named Clark. Every bit as outrageous, they based that decision solely upon the uncorroborated testimony supplied by a member of the public who swore that he was rabid. (See Cat Defender post of September 27, 2014 entitled "Falsely Branded as Being Rabid by a Cat-Hater, an Animal Control Officer, and the Gorham Police Department, Clark Is Hounded Down and Blasted with a Shotgun.")

Thankfully, cooler heads prevailed in Martha's case but even then she did not receive so much as a scintilla of due process of law. Rather, she was assumed to have been guilty from the outset and brusquely carted off to the clink in order to serve her time. If she had not been up-to-date on her rabies' vaccinations, however, she very well could have been left to languished for even longer in the sneezer.

By contrast, individuals and groups that perpetrate all sorts of heinous crimes against cats only rarely receive harsher sentences. For instance, Larry Negard of Bossier City, Louisiana, received only ten days in jail even though he had been implicated in the brutal murders of nine of his next-door neighbor's cats. (See the Bossier City Press, March 4, 2016, "Bossier City Man Jailed for Killing Neighbor's Cat.")

Every bit as unfair, owners such as Sylvain Brunette of Franklin, Quebec, are sometimes sent to jail for simply owning too many cats. (See Cat Defender post of December 15, 2016 entitled "A Quebec Man Risks His Own Life by Electing to Spend Four Days in a Hellhole Prison Rather Than to Give Up His Six Elderly Cats.")

The unjust punishment meted out to Martha was all the more revolting in that she only bit Law in self-defense. "It was the first time ever and the woman was aggressive with the cat," the museum's manager, Jacque Sands, later protested to The Keynoter.

It has not been publicly divulged exactly what it was that Law did in order to provoke Martha's ire but, generally speaking, cats do not appreciate strangers getting too close to them and that is especially the case if they attempt to either corner or manhandle them. For instance, when Larry arrived at 10 Downing Street on February 11, 2011, ITV-News reporter Lucy Manning forcibly attempted to get him to pose for her and was rewarded for her bad manners with a scratch on her arm. (See Cat Defender post of July 21, 2011 entitled "Larry Faces Many Challenges and Dangers in His New Rôle as 10 Downing Street's Resident Feline.")

It also is illuminating that Martha used her teeth as opposed to her claws on Law. That in itself is a rather strong indication that her nemesis was either holding her front paws or had her cornered in that a cat's first line of defense is always her claws.

It accordingly is usually only their trusted owners who are able to get close enough to them in order to be bitten. Such incidents normally occurs when an owner is attempting to either medicate their eyes, force-feed them when they are sick, or to remove parasites from around their faces. Kittens, as soon as they acquire a fang or two, are the ones who are the most inclined to bite and their little teeth are every bit as sharp as razor blades.

"Those who will play with cats must expect to be scratched," Miguel de Cervantes once observed and that admonition is equally applicable to being bitten.

Even though the museum was, thankfully, not only able to save Martha's life but to retain custody of her as well, the incident nonetheless ended up costing it a pretty penny. First of all, it had to pony up for Law's treatment. Secondly, it was on the hook for Martha's hefty quarantine bill as well as any treatment that she may have received while at the All Animals Clinic.

Shiny Is a Wanted Tom in Little Treviscoe

If Law should decide at some point in the future to sue the museum, such action is bound to further deplete its coffers. In its nine-year running battle with the Animal Plant Health Inspection Service (APHIS), a division of the United States Department of Agriculture (USDA), the museum already has spent in excess of US$200,000 in attempting to appease it plus another US$600,000 in legal fees.

As the result of that titanic struggle, APHIS now mandates that each of the museum's fifty or so resident felines be tagged and individually caged each night. It also has been forced into hiring a nightwatchman as well as to fortifying the perimeter wall around the mansion. (See Cat Defender posts of August 3, 2006, January 9, 2007, July 23, 2007, and January 24, 2013 entitled, respectively, "The USDA Fines Hemingway Memorial in Key West $200 a Day for Exhibiting Papa's Polydactyl Cats Without a License," "Papa Hemingway's Polydactyl Cats Face New Threats from Both the USDA and Their Caretakers," "Cat Behaviorist Is Summoned to Key West in Order to Help Determine the Fate of Hemingway's Polydactyls," and "The Feds Now Have Cats and Their Owners Exactly Where They Want Them Thanks to an Outrageous Court Ruling Targeting the Hemingway Home and Museum in Key West.")

It is not known what, if any, punitive action the overzealous bureaucrats at APHIS are planning to take against the museum in the wake of Martha's run-in with Law, but is seems unlikely that they are going to be willing to pass up such a golden opportunity to once again sock it to the cats.

In the October 24, 2010 panels of Darby Conley's "Get Fuzzy," Bucky Katt famously defined heaven as "lying in a laundry basket (and being) massaged by a polydactyl." While there is sans doute considerable truth in that observation, at least from a cat's perspective, the machinations of both APHIS and Law have made life for Hemingway's polydactyls anything but paradisaical.

On a much broader level, it has become a popular pastime of late for many individuals, groups and, above all, the capitalist media to portray diminutive and peace-loving cats as savage beasts that attack without provocation much larger and powerful humans and dogs. A review of some of these causes célèbres that have made the news in recent years points to an entirely different conclusion, however.

First of all, the overwhelming majority of those individuals who have been either scratched or bitten received their injuries while foolishly intervening in disputes between their cats and other felines. Even more unfairly, they escaped with only minor injuries whereas the consequences have been significantly costlier for the victims of their slanders and libels.

For example, a cat named Lewis from Fairfield, Connecticut, and one named Bingo from the Maihofquartier in Luzern were placed under house arrest all because idiotic neighbors were scratched when they stepped between them and their cats during standoffs. (See Cat Defender posts of April 3, 2006, June 26, 2006, and October 17, 2009 entitled, respectively, "Free Lewis Now! Connecticut Tomcat, Victimized by a Bum Rap, Is Placed Under House Arrest," "Lewis the Cat Cheats the Hangman but Is Placed Under House Arrest for the Remainder of His Life," and "Bingo Is Placed Under House Arrest for Defending Herself Against a Neighbor Who Foolishly Intervened in a Cat Fight.")

A few years back a stunningly beautiful four-year-old ginger and white tom named Rocky from Rotherham in South Yorkshire likewise was accused of scrapping with both cats and dogs as well as biting two individuals. That in turn prompted the Rotherham Metropolitan Borough Council to issue his thirty-five-year-old owner, Samantha Davies, an Anti-Social Behavior Order (ASBO) which stipulated that he had to be confined on her property.

"It's just like an animal ASBO, and its completely ridiculous," she fumed to the Yorkshire Post of Leeds in West Yorkshire on July 25, 2014. (See "Safety Claws as Council Slaps ASBO on a Cat.") "How can a cat behave antisocially? It's an animal, it's a pet. He's not going to bite your leg off, drink alcohol in the street or try and rob your phone."

She also strenuously denied that he is a vicious and destructive cat. "The only time he has bitten someone was when they pulled its tail," she averred to the Daily Mail on July 25, 2014. (See "Must Be Feline Pretty Anti-Social: Cat Slapped with an 'Animal ASBO' for Biting People and Damaging Property in 'Campaign of Terror'.") "He has been accused of damaging property because he scratched a fence."

The Beloved Louis of Wells Cathedral

A large black cat named Shiny from Little Treviscoe in Cornwall also has felt the sting of the law for fighting with cats and dogs and for scratching their owners when they intervened in these skirmishes. That in turn has prompted some residents to call for his tiny head to be delivered to them upon a silver platter.

"The laws need to be changed so the same rules apply for cats as they do dogs," thirty-four-year-old Helen Wade moronically bellowed to The Plymouth Herald on December 14, 2013. (See "Shiny the Cat Branded Country's Most Ferocious Feline after Attacking Residents and Pets.") "If a cat attacks a person, they should immediately be put down."

In an effort to appease their irate neighbors, Shiny's owners, Mandie and Adrian Knowles, not only had him sterilized but also asked the RSPCA and animal psychologist Roger Mugford to examine him. Not surprisingly, both of them gave him clean bills of health. Best of all, his owners wisely have rejected Wade's absurd demand that Shiny be killed.

"We've taken the vets' advice and had him neutered but we're not going to put him down when he's perfectly healthy," Adrian defiantly vowed to The Plymouth Herald. "But it's getting very unfair on Shiny. If we genuinely thought that this cat was attacking innocent people or children we would have him put down."

It was Mandie, however, who put his finger on the crux of the matter. "These people (Shiny's accusers) must have done something for him to act that way," he speculated to The Plymouth Herald. "He wouldn't attack them out of the blue."

Unfortunately, homeless cats do not have loving and knowledgeable guardians like the Knowleses in order to defend their rights and lives and as a result they usually are forced into paying the ultimate price whenever disputes of this nature occur. For instance, a forever nameless cat from South Yunderup, a suburb of Perth in the state of Western Australia, was trapped and subsequently liquidated by the authorities in 2011 after it had bitten Sandy Williams when she intervened in a dispute between it and her cat, Tiger. (See Cat Defender post of August 24, 2011 entitled "Self-Defense Is Against the Law in Australia after a Woman Who Attacked a Cat Gets Away with Her Crime Whereas Her Victim Is Trapped and Euthanized.")

Even on those occasions when owners of Williams' ilk choose not to rat out cats to the authorities they instead take matters into their own hands. That is precisely what physician Peter Parkinson from the Auckland suburb of Westmere did on July 26, 2007 when he abducted a six-year-old cat named Max, drove him across the Auckland Harbor Bridge, and then dumped him in Northcote.

He undertook that drastic action because Max allegedly had been entering his house and fighting with his resident feline, Chiquita. He also was accused of helping himself to her rations and leaving behind the telltale byproducts of his repasts.

Once the police had begun to close in on him, Parkinson got scared and sent Max's owner, Lisa Morice, an anonymous letter informing her that her cat had been treated to "a vacation overseas." He also enclosed a map describing where that he had dumped him as "Max's Hilton."

It took her a fortnight of looking high and low but Morice eventually was able to locate Max and to bring him home. Despite having the goods on Parkinson, the authorities steadfastly refused to bring any charges against him. (See Cat Defender post of December 24, 2007 entitled "A Prominent New Zealand Physician Who Ludicrously Claims to Be an Ailurophile Gets Away with Stealing and Dumping His Neighbor's Cat.")

Sam's Disgraceful Owner Dumped Him at a Shelter

Even on those occasions when cats manage to escape with their lives after having been attacked by humans that does not necessarily mean that they will be as fortunate the next time around. Besides, the verbal complaints lodged against them by their accusers often irreparably tarnish their reputations in an unflattering and unjust manner.

That is precisely how that seamstress and part-time nanny Patti Talbot of Kennington in Oxfordshire got back at a nameless tom after he had bitten her while visiting two cats that are owned by her common law husband, Paul Taylor. Much more importantly, the cat was only defending himself in that she had blasted him with a water pistol in the course of chasing him off of her property. (See the Oxford Mail, March 14, 2011, "Woman Claims She Is Being Terrorized by a Feral Cat.")

As everyone knows, cats and canines are a volatile mix under just about all circumstances so it is patently dishonest and unfair to malign and blame the former whenever the fur starts to fly between these age-old antagonists. Nevertheless, that is all too often precisely what transpires. (See Cat Defender posts of October 18, 2009 and October 23, 2009 entitled, respectively, "Minneapolis Is Working Overtime Trying to Kill an Octogenarian's Cat Named Hoppy for Defending His Turf Against Canine Intruders" and "An Essex Welfare Bum Who Sicced His Dog on Cats and Beat Them with His Cane Is Now Pretending to Be the Victim of an Assault.")

Even the world renowned seventeen-year-old Louis of Wells Cathedral in the city of the same name in Somerset has been accused of assaulting a trio of dogs. Those charges could have been cases of mistaken identity, however, in that at least two other ginger-colored cats reside in the same neighborhood.

By conceding even that much the church has been far too generously inclined toward his accusers because, even if the attacker were him, he most likely was only acting in self-defense. "For an old guy who spends most of his day sound asleep in the cathedral shop, it must have taken an event of magnitude to have caused such a reaction," an unidentified member of Fans of Louis speculated to the Daily Mail on March 16, 2015. (See "Mew-Dunnit! Can This Cuddly Moggy Really Be the Beast of Bath and Wells?") "Be honored (because) we may not see such an event again in our lifetime."

Even if a cat on occasion should scratch a dog, such infractions pale in comparison to the large number of cats and kittens that canines maim and kill each year. Moreover, in most such cases these vicious maulings are instigated by the dogs' owners. (See Cat Defender posts of March 24, 2010, October 28, 2013, July 2, 2015, and July 18, 2015 entitled, respectively, "Seven-Month-Old Bailey Is Fed to a Lurcher by a Group of Sadistic Teens in Search of Cheap Thrills in Northern Ireland," "Slow to Recuperate from Life-Threatening Injuries Sustained in a Savage Mauling by an Unleashed Dog, Stubbs Announces His Intention to Step Down as Mayor of Talkeetna," "After Allowing One of Their Dogs to Maul McGuire to Within an Inch of His Life, the Toronto Police Do Not Have Even the Common Decency to Summon Veterinary Help for Him," and "Blackpudlian Thrill Seeker Who Sicced Her Pit Bull on Regi and Then Laughed Off Her Fat Ass as He Tore Him Apart Receives a Customary Clean Bill of Health from the Courts.")

Cases of alleged violence that involve other cats, dogs, and individuals who have confessed, either voluntarily or inadvertently, as having been the instigators can be safely dismissed as slanders and libels directed against the species. The problem of separating fact from fiction arises when there are not any other cats and dogs involved and when there is a complete absence of unbiased, third-party witnesses.

For example, twenty-eight-year-old Karen Costa of Astoria in Queens claims that on May 30, 2007 she was bitten by a cat named Harry that she recently had adopted from a shelter in Manhattan. (See the New York Daily News, May 11, 2010, "Queens Woman Karen Costa Sues Petco after Cat with Lion-Sized Temper Takes Bite Out of Her Finger.")

Seventy-one-year-old Barbara Pinchbeck of Mahopac in upstate New York additionally claims that a black cat named Wheezer did likewise to her after she had adopted him from a shelter in April of 2010. (See the New York Daily News, November 21, 2010, "Woman Sues Shelter for $2 Million after She Says 'Crazed' Hellcat Attacks Her.")

In November of 2010, Cheryl Sibley of Hasbruck Heights in New Jersey filed a lawsuit against McSorley's Old Ale House in the East Village, where Abraham Lincoln used to drink, alleging that its resident feline, Minnie II, had attacked her in October of 2009. Despite the public nature of the establishment, there apparently were not any witnesses to this alleged assault. (See the New York Post, December 5, 2010, "Is This the Face of a Killer?" and the American Spectator of Arlington, Virginia, November 23, 2016, "Regulators Chase Cat from Bar and Are Shocked When Mice Appear.")

Even though a twelve-year-old cat named Blackie from Ramsgate in Kent has been accused of multiple assaults over the years, as far as it is known none of those incidents have been independently corroborated. (See Cat Defender post of March 8, 2007 entitled "Blackie the Cat Has Postmen, Bobbies, and Deliverymen Looking over Their Shoulders in Ramsgate, Kent.")

Izzy and David Seigel

Some of the charges leveled against allegedly aggressive felines are so fantastic as to be totally lacking in so much as a scintilla of credibility. For example, thirty-five-year-old Aydan Ulugun of Walthamstow in the East London borough of Waltham Forest claims that her two-year-old resident feline Sam, who up until then had been as "good as gold," one day suddenly went wild and viciously attacked her without provocation.

"...when I walked into the spare room he was looking very odd. His hair puffed up and his tail seemed far larger than normal," she related to the Daily Mail on December 13, 2013. (See "Attack of the 'Feline Ninja'.") "His facial expression changed and became menacing and he started making strange, aggressive noises, when he is normally quiet."

In the aftermath that followed she wasted no time in dumping him at the Battersea Dogs and Cats Home in south London. "It's going to be for his best interests and mine," is how that she rationalized that heartless and irresponsible decision to the Daily Mail.

Thirty-seven-year-old David Seigel and his twenty-seven-year-old live-in lover Amanda of Richmond Hill, thirty-eight kilometers north of Toronto in the province of Ontario, likewise shamelessly put the screws to their five-year-old black female Izzy by likening her to the devil incarnate. They did so by taking out an advertisement on Craig's List wherein they labeled her as being "angry, miserable (and) vindictive" as well as the "evil sidekick a super villain has always wanted."

"The reason we've kept her this long is because we feel if we let her out into the world, she will take it over," the ad continued according to the Toronto Star's February 6, 2015 edition. (See "Couple Looks for New Home for 'Crazy Satan' Cat.") "This little one can be the Mr. Bigglesworth (a cat featured in the Austin Powers' cinematic trilogy) to your Dr. Evil."

Among other things, Seigel accused Izzy of knocking over glasses, raiding the icebox and consuming a block of cheese, opening a locked cupboard and pinching some dog food, using the floor as a toilet, attracting male suitors by meowing loudly from a second-floor window, eating a moth, locking Amanda and their dog out of the house, and of being far too skillful with her claws. "If the appearance of stable mental health is crucial to your plans, don't approach her without sleeves," Seigel continued in the ad. "Her scratches will look like attempted cutting and people will offer to call social workers on your behalf (this actually happened to my Amanda)."

None of those charges ever were independently confirmed but, even if true, they are the very epitome of normal behavior for any female cat, especially one that has not been sterilized. The response to the ad came fast and furious but it was not exactly what Seigel had anticipated.

For example, one user of Craig's List flagged the ad and Seigel thus was forced into removing it. "One person did say 'where are you? I'm going to come and get her (Izzy)'," Seigel revealed to the Toronto Star. "'You are treating her terribly'."

When the uproar failed to abate, Seigel abruptly changed his tune and commenced claiming that the ad had been intended as a joke. "We love the little beast. It is at the point that we want to find her an actual home with someone who can give her more time and attention. But we thought before we even do that, let's tell the world what's she like in a funny way," Seigel told the Toronto Star. "We want the exact opposite of what we said. We don't want super villains or evil people."

Whereas Seigel's true motives in posting such asinine sottise on social media are a matter of considerable conjecture, there cannot be any denying that he and his girlfriend wanted rid of Izzy in the worst possible way. "You must pick her up. We will not take her back under any circumstances -- even if you get arrested in your evil doings, make other arrangements for her," the ad concluded. "Please hurry."

There likewise cannot be any doubt that the notice was libelous to the hilt, vindictive, mean-spirited and, above all, seriously damaging to Izzy's chances of securing a new home. Perhaps most hypocritical of all, Seigel and his paramour had the chutzpah to pass themselves off as experienced pet rescuers and owners to the Toronto Star.  Even if against all odds they were not simply blowing it out both ends for the sake of hearing themselves roar, the type of experience that they have acquired is most definitely the wrong kind as far as cats like Izzy are concerned.

It is not known whatever became of her but it is highly unlikely that she is still alive today. After damaging her reputation so badly as to make her all but unadoptable, Seigel likely ended up dumping her at a shelter where she was killed.

The Unidentified Cat That Was Attacked by Bruce and Eileen Gough

Moreover, since she was with Seigel for less than two years, that means that she already had been bandied about several times during her short and unhappy life. If he did not want her, the very least that he could have done was to have refrained from demonizing her but he simply had to have his revenge on her for not living up to his expectations.

Individuals like him and Amanda should be permanently banned from adopting additional cats in the future. Instead, they either should stick to dogs or perhaps adopt something that they are fully capable of handling, such as a pet rock.

In addition to harming Izzy's chances of securing a new home, Seigel's modus operandi seems to have started a bit of a trend. For example, Cat People of Melbourne in Australia recently employed the same defamatory tactic is an effort to, supposedly, place a two-year-old black tom named Mr. Biggles in a new home. (See the Daily Mail, May 18, 2017, "An Utter Bastard of a Cat: Animal Shelter Writes Brutally Honest Adoption ad for 'Dictator' Black Tomcat 'Mr. Biggles' Because of His Arrogant and Aggressive Behavior.")

The ne plus ultra of all tall tales concerning allegedly vicious cats comes courtesy of a pair of addlebrained old farts named Bruce and Eileen Gough from Chartham in Kent. In particular, back in 2014 they claimed to have been held hostage in their swanky digs at Tower View for two days by a cat that had made its way inside through a window that had been carelessly left open.

By their own inadvertent admission, however, that which followed could not possibly have been anyone's fault but their own. "When I got up, it dashed off into a spare bedroom and I found it hiding under the bed. I tried to coax it out but it wouldn't budge, so I got a broom to ease it out," seventy-four-year-old Bruce admitted to The Telegraph of London on July 3, 2014. (See "RSPCA Refuses to Remove Feral Cat Destroying Couple's Home.") "But when I went to pick it up, it just flew at me and sank its teeth and claws into my forearm. It was going berserk and flew around the room, knocking things over, including a Victorian ewer on the mantelpiece, which shattered."

Even though it may have been expensive, the broken water jug was not of any consequence. As things eventually turned out, what the Goughs desperately needed was not it but rather a pot de chambre. "Unfortunately, the cat defecated and urinated in the room, which now stinks," seventy-seven-year-old Eileen testified to The Telegraph.

The cat, quite obviously, had wandered in looking for sustenance and shelter only to have been confronted by the hostile and moronic Goughs yelling and screaming, attacking it with a broom, and idiotically attempting to corral it barehanded. What this pair of blooming idiots should have done was to either have left it alone or offered it some food and water and it soon enough would have vacated the premises of its own accord.

Given what is already known about how that cats sometimes interact with both each other and dogs, coupled with the admissions made by their human accusers, it thus seems clear that unsubstantiated allegations made against members of the species by the likes of Costa, Pinchbeck, Sibley, Ulugun, Seigel, and Blackie's detractors cannot be accepted at face value. C'est-à-dire, no punitive action ever should be taken against any cat without such allegations first having been independently corroborated.

That is imperative given the legions of cat-haters in this world and man's penchant for telling nothing but lies. Besides, cats cannot speak for themselves.

None of the foregoing is meant to deny that cats do not occasionally become frightened and agitated and that is especially the case whenever humans commence running around like chickens with their heads cut off, screaming, bandying objects about and, generally speaking, behaving like possessed demons themselves. Under such stressful, frightening, and confusing circumstances, cats occasionally will inadvertently scratch and bite even their owners, especially if they accidentally should step on their tails or sit down on top of them.

Like everything else connected with cats, what is needed from the public is considerably more honesty as well as a modicum of intelligence. It does not require a great deal of the latter in order to know how to deal with a cat but it nonetheless does require some and that glaring deficiency is a big problem for both the so-called intelligentsia as well as for commoners. It additionally would be refreshing if the capitalist media were for once to stop disseminating unsubstantiated rubbish about the species.

Photos: The Keynoter (Martha Gellhorn), The Mirror (Rocky and Davies), The Plymouth Herald (Shiny), Wells Cathedral (Louis), Bradley Page of the Daily Mail (Sam), Manisha Krishnan of the Toronto Star (Izzy and Seigel), and The Telegraph (the cat that was attacked by the Goughs).

Thursday, May 18, 2017

Churchill Is Covered in Paint and Burned in the Neck by a Gang of Juveniles in Yet Still Another Outrageous Assault Upon a Defenseless Cat in Reading

Churchill and His Horribly Burned Neck

"The closer she (the Good Samaritan) got, she saw the cat was spray-painted purple and saw an injury on its neck. It was a very open wound."

-- Nan Parks of the Animal Rescue League of Berks County

It is a debatable point as to whether it is adults or juveniles who commit the worst offenses against cats and kittens. The same likewise can be said for the immense joy that both groups derive from their lawlessness.

The only tangible difference that distinguishes the two aggregates is that adult abusers and killers, such as ornithologists, wildlife biologists, and environmentalists, feel compelled to manufacture all sorts of highfalutin balderdash and outright lies in order to camouflage their true motivations. (See Cat Defender posts of May 18, 2013, June 27, 2008, and April 4, 2017 entitled, respectively, "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," "The United States Fish and Wildlife Service and the Navy Hatch a Diabolical Plan to Gun Down Two-Hundred Cats on San Nicolas Island," and "A Mass Murderer of Cats, Entrepreneur, Medicine Man, and Artist Are Just a Few of the Many Hats That Are Worn by a 'Hands-On Environmentalist' on Kangaroo Island.")

Juvenile cat abusers, on the other hand, spare the public from having to listen to any exculpatory nonsense and instead simply glory to the hilt in their abject cruelty and wickedness. A rather poignant example of how that they think and behave occurred on April 9th when a group of them either trapped or somehow cornered a two-year-old gray cat subsequently dubbed Churchill in Essick Park on Church Street in Reading, one-hundred-five kilometers northwest of Philadelphia.

Once they had him at their mercy, these pint-sized devils methodically proceeded to spray-paint him purple and to burn a three to four-inch gash in the left side of his neck. It is not known precisely how that the latter injury was inflicted, but it could have been done with either a cigarette lighter or a propane torch.

There really is not any way of knowing either what other forms of cruel and inhumane punishment that they had in store for Churchill or even if he ever would have made it out of that wretched park alive if an unidentified Good Samaritan had not arrived upon the scene in the nick of time. What transpired next is far from clear, but these cowardly monsters apparently vamoosed at the very sight of the woman.

"The closer she got, she saw the cat was spray-painted purple and saw an injury on its neck," Nan Parks of the Animal Rescue League of Berks County (ARLBC) later told WFMZ-TV of Allentown on April 19th. (See "Cat Spray-Painted, Set on Fire in Reading.") "It was a very open wound."

She immediately scooped up Churchill and transported him to the ARLBC's shelter at 58 Kennel Road in Birdsboro, thirteen kilometers southeast of Reading, where she then abandoned him at the facility's stray animal building. She was thoughtful enough, however, to leave a note with him detailing the location and circumstances under which she had found him.

Since press reports have not divulged exactly when Churchill was assaulted, it is not possible to pinpoint when that the Good Samaritan arrived with him at the ARLBC's shelter. Nevertheless, given that is only open from 11 a.m. until 4 p.m. on a Sunday coupled with the fact that she was forced to leave a note, the assumption, correctly or incorrectly, is that Churchill was left unattended.

It likewise never has been explained why that she chose the ARLBC over the Humane Society of Berks County (HSBC) which, at 1801 North Street in Reading, was only 2.73 kilometers, or about an eight minute drive, north of Church Street as opposed to the sixteen minutes that it took her to cover the 8.69 kilometers that separate Church Street from Kennel Road. The latter also is open from 9 a.m. until 5 p.m. on a Sunday but Humane Veterinary Hospitals Reading (HVHR), located next door, is only open Monday through Saturday. It thus would appear that cats who are either injured or become sick on a Sunday are out of luck in Reading.

It accordingly is entirely possible that Churchill was forced to go without treatment until the following day and during such a long interval he easily could have died from an infection or lost his eyesight. Even as things eventually turned out, the pain and torment that he was forced to live with were bad enough.

Once staffers at the ARLBC belatedly got around to treating him, they discovered that in addition to the ugly gash in his neck, he also was suffering from a foggy eye and an untreated ulcer. No details of the type of care that he received have been divulged but staffers apparently were able to shampoo the paint out of his fur because he does not appear to have been shaven in photographs of him that later were released to the press.

His eyes likely were flushed with water and treated with medicated drops whereas the wound to his neck had to be cleansed, medicated, and bandaged. Afterwards he in all probability was administered antibiotics, painkillers, and fitted with an Elizabethan collar.

Hopefully, the veterinarians were able to have saved his eyesight and his neck should heal in time. Even so, his recuperation is expected to take several months and that admission thinly suggests that his injuries may have been even more severe than the ARLBC has been willing to publicly acknowledge.

He was placed in foster care on April 14th with one of the charity's volunteers and is said to be adjusting as well as possible to his new surroundings. "He's definitely been through the ringer for his young age, but he's a sweetheart; a super-great cat," ARLBC's shelter manager Sarah McKillip testified to the Reading Eagle on April 20th. (See "Cat Spray-Painted, Suffers Burns in Reading.") "For everything he's been through, he has every right to hate mankind. But he doesn't."

Even individuals who work with them on a daily basis, such as McKillip, always seen to be surprised by cats' total lack of malice and that in itself tends to suggest that they fail to fully appreciate them. First of all, cats are not people; in fact, they are far superior to them. Secondly, there simply is not any way that any of them ever could get even with a monster as vile as man so holding grudges would be a waste of time and cats are smart enough to realize that.

Given Churchill's friendly nature, he likely at some point previously had a guardian in Reading but, for whatever reason, that individual has not attempted to reclaim him. While it is always conceivable that an unwillingness to pony up for his veterinary care could very well be at the heart of that utterly shameful abdication of moral responsibility, it also is possible that one or more of his attackers were family members.

Press reports have not broached the subject of whether he was wearing a collar or had been microchipped but the inference is that neither were the case. It likewise has not been disclosed if he had been sterilized.

His right ear does not appear to have been mutilated and that, in most instances, forecloses the notion that he could have belonged to a managed TNR colony. Consequently, not only is his past a mystery but also how that he wound up in Essick Park.

The ARLBC claims to have interviewed several potential witnesses in the area surrounding the park but that, as far as it is known, constitutes the sum total of the effort that it has invested in attempting to bring those responsible for attacking Churchill to justice. Accordingly, no arrest has been made and none is expected.

Instead, the public has been treated to the customary outpouring of crocodile tears and expressions of moral outrage. "We'll do everything we can to stop (abuse), but somebody has to speak up," McKillip pontificated to the Reading Eagle. "Every time when you think you've seen it all, you're wrong."

Whereas there is not any doubting the veracity of her last statement, she is living in a dream world if she truly expects the public to do the ARLBC's and the Reading Police Department's jobs for them. Besides it being outrageous of her to fob off responsibility for enforcing the anti-cruelty statutes onto ordinary citizens, they are not about to take up that gauntlet in a million years.

Besides, they do not possess either the expertise, resources, or the authority to investigate crimes of this nature and thus to make arrests. Only humane groups and the police are equipped to do that but neither of them have much interest in doing so.

Churchill Is Facing a Lengthy Recuperation Period in Foster Care

Her colleague, Parks, was equally long on the rhetoric but disturbingly short on action. "This is something that is wrong," she declared to WFMZ-TV. "It's inhumane and we really want justice for Churchill."

Even in uttering those sentiments, she has grotesquely understated the magnitude of the problem that exists in Reading. For example, earlier on April 4th a brown, one-year-old cat named Miracle Maisy barely escaped with her life after she was doused with petrol and thrown out with the trash. (See Cat Defender post of May 12, 2017 entitled "Miracle Maisy Is Bound and Tied, Soaked in Petrol, Sealed Up in a Plastic Bag, and Then Run Through a Trash Compactor but, Amazingly, Is Still Alive Thanks to a Pair of Compassionate Garbagemen.")

Furthermore, it is not only cats are being preyed upon in Reading but dogs as well. For instance, a Chihuahua dubbed Lady Luck was plucked from a garbage can in the 1000 block of Penn Street on April 19th. Like Maisy, she since then has been placed in a new home.

Clearly, there is a lot that is rotten in Reading but given the intransigence of both the law enforcement community and humane groups, those individuals and organizations that truly care about cats need to seriously consider new approaches to this age-old dilemma. One option would be to hire private dicks in order to investigate cases of animal cruelty.

Fully cognizant of the futility of relying upon the authorities to investigate such cases, a number of private individuals already have turned to these professionals but the results have been mixed. The principal drawback is that even when gumshoes are able to locate and identify cat killers that, quite often, is still not sufficient in order to persuade the police and humane groups to make arrests. (See Cat Defender post of April 2, 2015 entitled "Cornishman Shells Out £10,000 on Private Peepers in Order to Track Down Farah's Killer but Once Again Gets Stiffed by Both the Police and the RSPCA.")

A second alternative would be for rescue groups to recruit and train volunteers to do this long-neglected job. Just the mere presence alone of an army of dedicated volunteers prowling the streets for cat abusers might be sufficient in itself in order to deter some would-be abusers.

Merely accepting cruelty to cats as an unalterable fact of life should not be an option but that is precisely the position that the ARLBC has adopted in regard to what was done to Churchill. "You're never happy to see abuse, you're never happy to see these things go on, and it breaks your heart to see it," McKillip philosophized to the Reading Eagle. "But at least he's with us, and I knew he'd be okay."

That is not necessarily the case in that one day he is going to leave foster care and then he will be subject to same dangers as before. Consequently, temporarily safeguarding the life of a solitary cat is tantamount to using chewing gum to stop up a gaping hole in a ship the size of the Titanic.

The objective should be to ensure the safety and well-being of all cats at all times and in order to do so it is paramount that abusers and killers be apprehended and severely punished. Anyone or group that is unwilling to commit the time, effort, and resources that are required in order to transform that worthy goal into a reality might just as well shut up and thus spare the world from having to listen to their phony-baloney excuses.

If that were the whole story it would be bad enough in its own right, but many humane organizations exploit acts of cruelty as a means of raising cash for other activities. Whereas it is readily acknowledged that all of these cash-strapped organizations desperately need money for, inter alia, veterinary care, adoption services, and general operating expenses, there nonetheless is something inherently dishonest about accepting money under false pretenses.

Even if humane groups somehow could be prevailed upon to take cruelty to cats seriously, that would constitute merely the first baby step on a long and difficult road toward holding their attackers accountable under the law. That is because district attorneys do not have any interest whatsoever in prosecuting animal cruelty cases, juries refuse to convict, and even when they do judges will not punish the guilty.

Given that is the case with adult offenders, it is even more so the norm with juveniles who are permitted by societies all over the world to injure and kill cats with impunity. In furtherance of sating their perverse desires, they have appropriated for their use practically every known means of killing cats imaginable.

First of all, they simply adore setting them ablaze. (See Cat Defender posts of September 23, 2005, October 5, 2006, and July 12, 2007 entitled, respectively, "Two New Zealand Teens Douse Three Caged Cats with Glue and Burn Them to Death," "New Jersey Teens' Idea of Fun: Beat Up a Defenseless Kitten and Then Burn It to Death," and "Burned Nearly to Death by Laughing Teenage Girls, Two-Month-Old Kitten Named Adam Is Fighting for His Life in Santa Rosa.")

Closely associated with burning cats and kittens to death, juveniles also get a big kick out of attaching firecrackers to their tiny bodies and then lighting the fuses. (See Cat Defender post of November 30, 2006 entitled "Yobs Celebrating Guy Fawkes Day Kill Twelve-Year-Old Cat Named Tigger with Fireworks; Cat Named Sid Is Severely Burned.")

Crossbows are another of their favorite weapons. (See Cat Defender post of December 18, 2009 entitled "Teenage Wino Who Gunned Down Her Neighbor's Cat, Trouble, with a Crossbow from Her Bedroom Window Cheats Justice.")

They also drown cats. (See Cat Defender post of October 2, 2008 entitled "Sixteen-Year-Old London Girl Is Finally Arrested in the Horrific Drowning Death of Kilo from the HMS Belfast.")

The siccing of large, vicious dogs on cats and kittens is another of their delights. (See Cat Defender post of March 24, 2010 entitled "Seven-Month-Old Bailey Is Fed to a Lurcher by a Group of Sadistic Teens in Search of Cheap Thrills in Northern Ireland.")

They even bind cats with tape and beat kittens to death with sticks. (See Cat Defender post of November 25, 2015 entitled "A Cruel Teenage Drunkard and Dope Addict Who Bound a Cat and a Dog with Tape Before Killing Them Is Let Off Easy by a Calgary Court" and the Belfast Telegraph, August 17, 2013, "Anger over Council and Police 'Inaction' as Children Torture and Kill Kittens.")

Their preferred choice of weapons are, however, air guns. (See Cat Defender post of May 7, 2007 entitled "British Punks Are Having a Field Day Maiming Cats with Air Guns but the Peelers Continue to Look the Other Way.")

On those rare occasions when they get bored with sticking it to cats, they train their bottomless fountain of evil upon other animals and, especially, homeless men. Since societies do not have any more regard for those two groups than they do for cats, juveniles are likewise allowed to assault them with impunity.

Those individuals responsible for that litany of crimes as well as those who so hideously abused Churchill should be treated as adults under the law and dealt with accordingly. That is not about to happen, however; instead, they are allowed to remain free and to grow into adults where they commit even more dastardly crimes against both cats and society at large.

Even damaged as he is, Churchill is awfully lucky to still be alive but if something is not done soon in order to make Reading a far safer city for cats, he may not be able to stay that way for much longer. The same holds true for countless other felines who sans doute are being abused, maimed, and killed but whose plights never have seen so much as the light of day.

Photos: Animal Rescue League of Berks County (Churchill's burned neck) and the Reading Eagle (Churchill asleep on a mat).

Friday, May 12, 2017

Miracle Maisy Is Bound and Tied, Soaked in Petrol, Sealed Up in a Plastic Bag, and Then Run Through a Trash Compactor but, Amazingly, Is Still Alive Today Thanks to a Pair of Compassionate Garbagemen

Maisy Drenched in Deadly Petrol

"I was awake all night Tuesday (April 4th) hoping that she would just get through the night. This has been one of the worst cases I've dealt with. I was in tears most of the night worrying that she would pass away."

-- veterinarian Kimya Davani

A cat-hating monster of undetermined pedigree and affiliation wanted one-year-old Maisy dead so badly that either he or she went to quadruple lengths in order to turn that objective into a reality. That individual began by binding the small, brown-colored cat's four appendages with, most likely, either rope or some type of tape before dousing her from head to toe in petrol. The next order of business was to seal her up tightly inside a plastic trash bag an then to stuff her into a garbage can at the curb in order to be collected by the trash haulers.

Any one of those diabolical means would have sufficient in that, first of all, the fumes from the petrol would have, sooner or later, either sucked the breath out of her or damaged her respiratory system so irreparably that she no longer would have been able to breathe. She additionally could have been burned alive in the ensuing conflagration if a passerby had unknowingly tossed a cigarette into the garbage can.

Secondly, she very easily could have suffocated to death inside the bag. Thirdly, she likely would have been unwittingly crushed to death by either the trash haulers or at whatever facility that they dump their loads at the end of the day.

Finally, if against all odds she had been able to have weathered all of those perils, she surely would have succumbed to hunger and thirst at some point. It accordingly is hard to imagine that any cat ever has found herself in such dire and utterly hopeless circumstances.

Her very clever assailant thought that either he or she had covered all the bases but that individual made one little mistake in that he had failed to gag Maisy. As things eventually turned out, that oversight made the difference between life and death.

At some undisclosed time during the afternoon of April 4th, two garbagemen stopped to make a pickup in the 500 block of North Front Street in Reading, one-hundred-five kilometers northwest of Philadelphia, whereupon they nonchalantly picked up the bag containing Maisy and tossed it in the rear of their truck. The bag in short order was packed and crushed.

Maisy's Saviors Alongside Their Rig

Normally, that would have been the end of Maisy and this story never would have been written but she, somehow, had miraculously eluded being crushed to smithereens by the compactor. Every bit as amazing she still had enough life still left in her tiny body in order to cry out for help.

The unidentified workmen, who slave away for Harold Adam Refuse Removal in Hamburg, three-three kilometers north of Reading, not only heard her plaintive cries for help but waded into the piles of smelly and rotting garbage in order to pull her out alive. They did not stop there, however, but instead took time out from their exceedingly demanding schedule in order to transport her to the Humane Society of Berks County (HSBC).

The charity's Chelsea Cappellano took one look at Maisy and was horror-stricken. "This is the worse animal cruelty case I've ever seen or experienced," she declared to the Reading Eagle on April 6th. (See "Cat Found Doused in Gasoline in Garbage Can in Reading.")

She almost immediately was transferred next door to Humane Veterinary Hospitals Reading (HVHR) where Kimya Davani and her crackerjack staff launched into an all-out race against the clock in order to reclaim Maisy's fragile life from the ice-cold hands of the Grim Reaper. Considering the pitiful state that she was in, the odds were heavily stacked against Davani and her assistants.

Since she had been so extraordinarily lucky in avoiding the compactor's blade, the staff christened her Miracle Maisy. Even so, the estimated six hours that she had spent breathing in the petrol fumes had taken their toll on her.

"The first twenty-four hours are crucial. Though there are no visible life-threatening injuries, we are worried that the toxicity of the gasoline has affected her lungs and neurological functioning," Davani disclosed to the Reading Eagle. "At this time, we're monitoring her for onset illness and ensuring that her chemical burns and bruises heal properly."

Maisy after Having Been Shampooed and Shaven

In addition to all of that, her body temperature had dropped precipitately, she was emaciated, dehydrated, and had sustained unspecified damage to her liver. The most pressing issue, however, was to remove the petrol from her fur and skin before it siphoned the life out of her.

In furtherance of that worthy objective, Davani and her staff spent the greater part of that first day shampooing and drying Maisy's fur but when that endeavor ultimately proved to be insufficient they were forced into taking a bolder initiative. "The gas was so embedded in her fur that she wasn't drying, and because of this her internal body temperature had dropped," Davani told the Reading Eagle. "We had to shave most of her body in order to get her temperature up again."

She also was outfitted with a sweater in order to help her keep warm. After that, however, there was little that Davani and her staff could do except to wait and hope for the best.

"I was awake all night Tuesday (April 4th) hoping that she would just get through the night," she told the Reading Eagle on April 7th. (See "Miracle Maisy on the Mend.") "This has been one of the worst cases I've dealt with. I was in tears most of the night worrying that she would pass away."

Anyone who ever has attended to ailing cats can readily sympathize with those sentiments. The overwhelming majority of the time they do not pull through whereas in other instances they mount courageous, last-minute rallies only to turn around and break their owners hearts to bits by succumbing to the Grim Reaper's machinations.

One never knows how these things are going to turn out unless one is willing to pull out all the stops and to travel that last, lonely mile in an effort to save a dying cat's life. It does not happen too often in this world but ever once in a blue moon even the calloused hearts of The Fates can be swayed by tears and that, mercifully, was the case with those that Davani shed on Maisy's behalf.

Maisy Was Fitted with a Sweater in Order to Keep Her Warm

"Maisy is feeling great today. Most of her vitals have returned to normal and she started bonding with some of our staff members," Davani was able to joyfully report to the Reading Eagle on April 7th. "But I think she may still be a little overstimulated with all the attention she's getting."

By either April 8th or April 9th, she was well enough in order to be placed in foster care with a woman identified only as Donna. A few days later she was dewormed and vaccinated against rabies and the Feline Panleukopenia Virus.

"Her coat is slowly growing back in, and her skin redness has subsided substantially, though she's feeling a bit itchy now. She is still underweight but has shown improvement since her last visit," Davani's colleague at HVHR, Alicia Simoneau, wrote in an untitled April 12th article that was posted on HSBC's Facebook page. "One concern that remains is her constant paw and tail flickering. This could be the lingering effects from the gasoline exposure, and we'll continue to monitor her for changes."

On April 14th, she was spayed and returned to her foster mom. In an April 18th posting on HSBC's Facebook page Donna described her as "playful, affectionate, and super-friendly."

Following a detailed screening process, the HSBC said good-bye to Maisy on either April 29th or April 30th when it and Donna relinquished custody of her to an anonymous adopter. "Maisy is settling in nicely. She's radiant energy!" that truly blessed individual wrote May 1st on HSBC's Facebook page. "Within twenty-four-hours she already started purring, investigating, and playing. String seems to be her favorite toy."

The HSBC was equally ecstatic. "We're over the moon knowing Miracle Maisy has a home, one that will erase all the bad memories of her traumatic experience and replace them with nothing but love and kindness," it wrote in the same Facebook article.

 Kimya Davani Worked Tirelessly in Order to Save Maisy's Life

The response from the authorities to this latest, horrific act of cruelty perpetrated against an innocent and defenseless cat has been predictable; c'est-à-dire, all blow and no go. "It's critically important that we protect the animals in the community," Karel Minor of Humane Pennsylvania, an umbrella organization of which HSBC is a member, told the Reading Eagle in the April 6th article cited supra. "It's our goal for whoever committed this terrible crime to receive the help they need or the prosecution they deserve."

Pursuant to that the HSBC has offered a US$1,000 reward for information leading to an arrest but just how disingenuous all such offers of that sort are was made manifest when PETA followed suit by offering to part with US$5,000 from its precious hoard. (See the Philly Voice, April 10, 2017, "Reward Up to $6,000 in Pennsylvania Case of Cat Doused with Gas, Tossed in Trash Truck.")

Besides the well-known fact that rewards of this nature are almost exclusively public relations stunts that rarely, if ever, produce any positive results, PETA is way too busy stealing and killing cats to ever be bothered with saving so much as a solitary feline soul. (See Cat Defender posts of January 29, 2007, February 9, 2007, and October 7, 2011 entitled, respectively, "PETA's Long History of Killing Cats and Dogs Is Finally Exposed in a North Carolina Courtroom," "Verdict in PETA Trial: Littering Is a Crime but Not the Mass Slaughter of Innocent Cats and Dogs," and "PETA Traps and Kills a Cat and Then Shamelessly Goes Online in Order to Brag about Its Criminal and Foul Deed.")

Given that PETA's wholesale crimes against the species have been so thoroughly documented, the capitalist media's stubborn insistence upon doing its bidding can only mean that they not only share its viewpoint but support its killing of cats. Absolutely no one has the guts to call a spade a spade but allowing PETA to put in its two cents' worth on any issue affecting cats is tantamount to the media designating the Ku Klux Klan as the go to organization for a comment on issues concerning black-Americans.

Make no mistake about it: PETA does not speak for any individual or group with any degree of credibility within the feline protection movement. Au contraire, it mouths off only for itself and its champions within the thoroughly dishonest and discredited capitalist media.

Animal cruelty cases are solvable only through the application of sound detective work and although the Reading Police Department (RPD) is supposedly looking into the attack on Maisy, there is not so much as a scintilla of evidence that it has stirred so much as a muscle in that regard. Even in those rare cases when arrests have been made, prosecutors rarely go after the culprits with anything other than wet noodles, juries fail to convict, and even when they do judges adamantly refuse to mete out any jail time.

Consequently, countless cats wind up each year in garbage trucks, city dumps, and at recycling centers. Worst still, with the exception of a minute few of them, such as was the case with Maisy, Autumn, Alfie, and Penny, there are not any eleventh-hour reprieves. (See Cat Defender posts of March 23, 2009, May 4, 2010, and August 23, 2007 entitled, respectively, "Mistakenly Tossed Out in the Trash, Autumn Survives a Harrowing Trip to the City Dump in Order to Live Another Day," "Picked Up by a Garbage Truck Driver and Dumped with the Remainder of the Trash, Alfie Narrowly Misses Being Recycled," and "An Alert Scrap Metal Worker Discovers a Pretty 'Penny' Hidden in a Mound of Rubble.")

Maisy Likes to Chase Strings

A few of the lucky ones are discovered before they wind up on garbage trucks but even then it is an awfully close, not to mention traumatic, shave for them. (See Cat Defender posts of October 3, 2009, February 24, 2010, February 25, 2010, and October 24, 2011 entitled, respectively, "Deliberately Entombed Inside a Canvas Bag for Six Days, Duff Is Saved by a Pair of Alert Maintenance Workers at an Apartment Complex in Spokane," "Sealed Up in a Backpack Inside a Plastic Bag and Then Tossed in the Trash, Titch Is Rescued by a Passerby in Essex," "Bess Twice Survives Attempts Made on Her Life Before Landing on All Four Paws at a Pub in Lincolnshire," and "Chucked Out in the Trash, Tabitha Winds Up in an Oxygen Chamber with Four Broken Ribs, an Injured Lung, and Pneumonia.")

In Maisy's case, the prima facie evidence is mixed. On the one hand, her emaciation would seem to imply that she was homeless while, on the other hand, her friendly demeanor suggests that she, at least at some point in her life, had had a guardian. The perpetrator of this despicable act of animal cruelty therefore could have been either her previous owner or an inveterate cat-hater, such as either an ornithologist, wildlife biologist, or environmentalist. (See Cat Defender posts of May 18, 2013 and April 4, 2017 entitled, respectively, "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" and "A Mass Murderer of Cats, Entrepreneur, Medicine Man, and Artist Are Just a Few of the Many Hats That Are Worn by a 'Hands-On Environmentalist' on Kangaroo Island.")

On the positive side of the ledger, if this incident has exposed what The Shadow used to refer to as "the evil that lurks in the hearts of men," it simultaneously has highlighted the good that is also to be found therein. First and foremost, there were the two-hundred individuals who by April 6th had compassionately opened up their hearts and wallets to the tune of US$6,500 for Maisy's immediate care. "We have been very surprised by the support we've received," Mary Keller of Humane Pennsylvania told the Reading Eagle in the April 7th article cited supra.

Secondly, Maisy was the beneficiary of the expert and conscientious care provided by Davani and her staff at HVHR. At the very pinnacle of this honor roll of heroes, however, are the trash haulers from Harold Adam without whose derring-do Maisy never would have made it to HVHR in the first place.

"We are so thankful to those men and the trash company for bringing her in," Cappellano acknowledged to the Reading Eagle on April 6th. "Many people would have turned a blind eye in this situation, but they were proactive in getting her the help she needs."

Truer words never have been spoken and this pair of hard-working men are true heroes in every sense of that word. They even stopped by HVHR on April 7th in order to check on how Maisy was progressing.

Maisy Has Plenty of Toys to Play With These Days

The compassion that they showed Maisy is not anything unusual for members of their profession. For instance on August 28, 2015, Bekir Mercil and his two assistants devoted thirty minutes of their valuable time in order to unload four to five tons of trash from their truck in order to save the life of tiny brown kitten named Melker.

Without their dramatic intervention, he would have been burned to a crisp at a plant in Stockholm. Like Maisy's rescuers, they did not rest on their laurels, however, but instead transported him to a shelter where Maria Carlsson of a veterinary clinic in Vallentuna, thirty-six kilometers north of Stockholm, later adopted him. (See The Local of Stockholm, August 28, 2015, "Stockholm Bin Men Rescue Doomed Kitten" and the Daily Mail, September 11, 2015, "Binmen to the Rescue! Cat Is Plucked from Under Five Tonnes (sic) of Rotting Waste Just Moments Before It Was Due to Be Incinerated.")

None of the heroics of all of those involved in rescuing Maisy can completely obliterate, however, the sobering conclusion that Pennsylvania is one of the worst places for cats to live in America. First of all, the police make a habit out of murdering them on sight. (See Cat Defender posts of March 31, 2008 and September 1, 2016 entitled, respectively, "Cecil, Pennsylvania, Police Officer Summarily Executes Family's Beloved Ten-Year-Old Persian, Elmo" and "The Legal and Political Establishment in a Small Pennsylvania Backwater Closes Ranks and Pulls Out All the Stops in Order to Save the Job and Liberty of the Bloodthirsty Cop Who Murdered Sugar.")

That is another reason why that members of the law enforcement community, such as the RPD, so stubbornly refuse to take seriously cruelty to cats. That in turn puts them in the same class of rotters as the hypocritical, cat-killing scumbags at PETA.

Some of the Keystone State's shelters and sanctuaries likewise can be safely dismissed as little more than feline slaughterhouses. (See Cat Defender posts of March 19, 2010 and May 10, 2010 entitled, respectively, "Trapped and Killed by the Delaware County SPCA, Keecha's Life Is Valued at Only $1 by a Pennsylvania Arbitration Panel" and "Lunatic Rulings in Cats With No Name Cruelty Cases Prove Once Again That Pennsylvania Is a Safe Haven for Cat Killers and Junkies.")

Even its highfalutin and pompous, albeit as rich as Croesus, universities are little more than hangouts for feline abusers and killers.  (See Cat Defender posts of February 12, 2007, June 9, 2008, and March 19, 2014 entitled, respectively, "God-Fearing Baptists at Eastern University Kill Off Their Feral Cats on the Sly while Students Are Away on Christmas Break," "Pennsylvania College Greedily Snatches Up Alumnus' Multimillion-Dollar Bequest but Turns Away His Cat, Princess," and "Cheap and Greedy Moral Degenerates at PennVet Extend Their Warmest Christmas Greetings to an Impecunious, but Preeminently Treatable, Cat Via a Jab of Sodium Pentobarbital.")

Pretty Little Maisy Is Hoping to Make a New Start in Life

Like any other jurisdiction around the world, Pennsylvania also has its fair share of drunkards, motorists, and mutilators who are allowed by the authorities to injure and kill cats with impunity. (See Cat Defender posts of October 30, 2010, March 5, 2007, and April 24, 2010 entitled, respectively, "Drunken Bum Is Foiled in a Macabre Plot to Make a Meal Out of Kittens, Nirvana and Karma, That He Allegedly Ran Down Earlier with His Truck," "Run Down by a Motorist and Frozen to the Ice by His Own Blood, Roo Is Saved by a Caring Woman," and "Holly Crawford Hits the Jackpot by Drawing a Judge Who Simply Adores Kitten Mutilators and Dope Addicts.")

It is extremely difficult to properly assess Maisy's prospects considering the extent of the damage that has been inflicted upon her young and tiny body. At last word, she was eating and drinking normally and that her blood levels had returned to normal. (See the Reading Eagle, April 11, 2017, "Maisy the Cat Recovering in Foster Care.")

She still has some tenderness in her hips, however, and her liver has been damaged as the result of the petrol leaching into it through the pores in her skin. Despite all of that, Davani expects the organ to improve in time and for her to be able to enjoy a perfectly normal life.

Hopefully, that will come to pass but only time will tell. Not many cats that are tossed out in the trash survive long enough in order to live another day so it is high time that one of them finally got the best of those formidable odds.

Hers is only one small victory, however, on a worldwide battlefield that is littered with the dead bodies of countless cats. Nevertheless, all of those involved in saving Maisy can take immense satisfaction in knowing that, at least on this all-too-rare occasion, they have prevailed over the machinations of a determined cat killer. Maisy's triumph and recovery therefore belongs to them every bit as much as it does to her and it is, above all, truly something to be celebrated and cherished.

Photos: Humane Society of Berks County (Maisy covered in petrol, shaven and shampooed, wearing a sweater, playing with a string and her toys, up-close, and her saviors) and Susan Keen of the Reading Eagle ( Maisy with Davani).

Thursday, May 04, 2017

Seventeen-Year-Old, Sickly, and Blind Orakel Is Abandoned to Fend for Herself in the Unforgiving Streets of Breitenfurt bei Wien

Orakel

"Auch ihr fehlendes Augenlicht scheint sie nicht zu beeinträchtigen. Sie erkundet bereits neugierig ihre Umgebung und ist sehr geschickt, was den Schluss zulässt, dass sie bereits seit Lägerem erblindet ist."

-- Wiener Tierschutzverein

Just as the thorn always accompanies the rose, so too is it with cats in that the immense joy that they bring to their owners and supporters is always tinged with, at least, an equal proportion of profound sorrow. Das heißt, they are such tragic actors and actresses upon the world's stage that the only thing missing from their illustrious history is a dramatist of the caliber of Sophocles to do for them what he did for mankind all those millenniums ago.

The outrageous Unglück that always has dogged their every step like a malevolent shadow manifests itself in a million different abuses and deprivations that fail to recognize any international boundaries and few, if any, legal and moral constraints. Consequently, to single out any one particular class of offenses from this turbulent sea of unrelenting misery is an almost impossible task but without question the utterly deplorable plight of elderly and infirm cats has to rank at the top of that list.

Even so the overwhelming majority of these abused, neglected, and forgotten senior citizens of the feline world never make the headlines; im Gegenteil, they most often are either systematically liquidated by society or die in obscurity on their own. Despite that harsh reality, ever so often one of them, thanks to a favoring nod from The Fates, does come to the attention of the public and that has been the case with Orakel.

Found wandering the forlorn streets of Breitenfurt bei Wien, thirty-three kilometers southwest of Wien, sometime over the long Easter weekend, she was then was transported to Wiener Tierschutzverein (WTV) in the Vösendorf section of Wien. Judging by the pitiful condition that the diminutive brown, black, and white female was in, her deliverance did not come a day too soon.

Most readily noticeable to the naked eye, her fur had become so matted that she was unable to untangle it. The charity's Tierärztin soon thereafter quickly discovered that she also was suffering from severe malnutrition, respiratory difficulties, a liver condition, and that plaque had accumulated on her teeth and gums.

As if all of that would not have been enough misery for any cat to have borne, Orakel was laboring under two even more formidable disabilities. First of all, she was judged by the veterinarians to be at least seventeen years old and, secondly, she also was blind.

No one connected with WTV has publicly speculated as to how long that she had been on her own but, given her handicaps, it would seem unlikely that she was on the street for more than a few weeks. That estimate is based upon how exceedingly difficult it would have been for her to have procured very much in the way of food, water, and shelter over a protracted period of time.

Being elderly and blind, it is pretty much a foregone conclusion that she had spent her entire life indoors and therefore neither possessed the Sachkenntnis nor the means in order to fend for herself in the wild. WTV has not broached the subject, but it is entirely possible that she even may have been declawed and as such that would have made defending herself and climbing trees in order to elude predators pretty much impossible.

Why, just the fear, stress, and other psychological horrors that surely must have accompanied such an abrupt change in lifestyle would have been sufficient in order to driven a young and healthy cat out of its mind, let alone one laboring under the difficulties that afflicted Orakel. It accordingly is truly a miracle that she lasted for as long as she did without succumbing to either despair or the machinations of the elements, motorists, dogs, and cat-haters. (See Cat Defender post of February 2, 2015 entitled " Cruelly Declawed and Locked Up Indoors for All of His Life, Nicky Is Suddenly Thrust into the Bitter Cold and Snow for Twenty-One Consecutive Days with Predictably Tragic Results.")

Despite quite obviously having had at least one and possibly even more guardians during her lifetime, Orakel was neither wearing a collar nor microchipped. Furthermore, no one has filed either a missing cat report with the authorities or inquired about her at WTV.

It accordingly is difficult to get around the distressing, and simultaneously infuriating, conclusion that she was intentionally abandoned. As best it could be determined, neither WTV nor the Polizei have opened an investigation into this matter but if such an effort accomplished nothing else it, if successful, would at least put a face on such a heartless crime.

Abandonments occur all the time but it is difficult to fathom how that anyone could care for a cat for that length of time only to then turn around and cast it out in its old age and infirmities to fend for itself in a hostile world. Although individuals of that ilk would appear auf den ersten Blick to belong to the pages of horror stories, they in fact are definitely real. The difficulty lies in identifying them and subsequently holding them accountable under the anti-cruelty statutes.

At WTV, Orakel finally received the emergency care that she had so desperately needed and deserved for so long. The first order of business involved brushing out as many as possible of the tangles in her fur; the remainder had to be cut out.

After that she was given fluids, most likely intravenously, in order to help her regain not only strength but some of the weight that she had lost while on the street. The tartar was removed from her teeth and she was administered a battery of unspecified nonsteroidal, anti-inflammatory drugs.

It has not been specified either what ails her liver or what is being done in order to treat it. Leider, her blindness likely is irreversible considering her age.

"Generell ist, Orakel aber für ihr Alter gesundheitlich noch ganz gut in Schuss," WTV said in an April 18th press release. (See "Wiener Tierschutzverein pflegt blinde Katzendame.")

Following treatment, she was transferred to WTV's Katzenhaus where she, as far as it has been disclosed, has made a remarkable comeback. "Sie scheint auch zu merken, dass sie nun in guten Händen ist, denn Orakel ist extrem anhänglich und verschmust und sucht ständig den Kontakt zu Menschen, um sich laut schnurrend von allen Seiten streicheln zu lassen," the charity added.

Besides being a friendly and gregarious cat, she also is able to get around adroitly and that suggests that she, in all likelihood, has been sightless for a long time and perhaps even since birth. "Auch ihr fehlendes Augenlicht scheint sie nicht zu beeinträchtigen," WTV disclosed. "Sie erkundet bereits neugierig ihre Umgebung und ist sehr geschickt, was den Schluss zulässt, dass sie bereits seit Lägerem erblindet ist."

In spite of all the wonderful progress that she has made over the course of the past few weeks, Orakel is far from being out of the woods just yet. That is due principally to the fact that she still needs a home and it is extremely difficult even under the best of circumstances for shelters to place elderly felines.

Plus, in her case she is not only elderly but blind and sickly as well. (See Cat Defender posts of March 23, 2015, August 6, 2015, September 12, 2015, and August 26, 2015 entitled, respectively, "Old, Sickly, and on the Street, George Accidentally Wanders into a Pet Store and That, in All Likelihood, Saved His Life," "Elderly, Frail, and on Death Row, Lovely Pops Desperately Needs a New Home Before Time Finally Runs Out on Her," "Pops Finally Secures a Permanent Home but Pressing Concerns about Both Her Continued Care and Right to Live Remain Unaddressed," and "A Myriad of Cruel and Unforgivable Abandonments, a Chinese Puzzle, and Finally the Handing Down and Carrying Out of a Death Sentence Spell the End for Long-Suffering and Peripatetic Tigger.")

Fortunately, there are a few shelters and sanctuaries that provide long-term care for cats, such as Tilly and Maya, that are unable to secure new homes. (See Cat Defender post of May 27, 2016 entitled "Snubbed by an Ignorant, Tasteless, and Uncaring Public for the Past Twenty-One Years, Tilly Has Forged an Alternative Existence of Relative Contentment at a Sanctuary in the Black Country" and the Donau Kurier of Ingolstadt, July 9, 2013, "Die Geschichte der Maya.")

For its part, WTV has pledged to attempt to provide Orakel with a "schönen und stressfreien Lebensabend" in a new home. There is not any guarantee, however, that it will be successful in that endeavor.

That in turn brings up the disturbing topic of what will become of her if she is not adopted and none of the alternatives available to her are the least bit pleasant to contemplate. Furthermore, just because her former owner gave up on her, as WTV is likely to do at some point in the future, is not a valid reason for the remainder of humanity to follow suit.

Orakel is a courageous grand dame of the feline world who has suffered much, overcome even more, and demonstrated too strong of a will to live in order to be thwarted now. She in all probability does not have all that much time left in this world but she nevertheless is richly entitled to every last second of it.

Anyone who therefore is able to offer her a loving home is encouraged to contact WTV via telephone at 43-01-699 24 50 -16.

Photo: Wiener Tierschutzverein.

Friday, April 28, 2017

Trump Not Only Exposes Himself for What He Is but Also Disgraces the Office of the President in the Process by Feting Cat Killers Theodore Anthony Nugent and Kid Rock at the White House


It Took a Visit from The Nuge to Get a Smile Out of Trump

"This picture says it all...two of the most insincere smiles in history. What a pair of assholes!"
-- David Crosby

The decision by Hillary Rodham "and Gomorrah" Clinton to label half of Donald John Trump's supporters as a "basket of deplorables" may very well have cost her the 2016 presidential election but even so it is becoming harder and harder with each passing day to deny the accuracy of her assessment. (See The New York Times, September 10, 2016, "Hillary Clinton Calls Many Trump Backers 'Deplorables,' and the GOP Pounces.")

A good case in point was the Trumper's breaking bread at the White House on April 19th with cat-killers and disgraced rockers Theodore Anthony Nugent and Kid Rock. Also included in that Who's Who amongst animal killers was former vice-presidential candidate Sarah Louise Plain who gladly will snuff out the life of any one of them for either fun or profit.

"Your one and only Motor City Madman, Whackmaster Strap Assassin One dined with President Donald J. Trump at the White House to make America great again," Nugent wrote afterwards on Facebook according to the April 21st edition of The Star Ledger of Newark. (See "Guess Who Came to Dinner.") "Got that? Glowing all American over the top. We the people. Gory details coming as soon as possible!! Brace!"

At last check he has yet to make good on that promise so it is not known what that these Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse discussed during their four-hour powwow. Nevertheless, there cannot be any doubt that when it comes to gore, Nugent is a specialist.

"Always has been, always will be on the Nugent farm, where I have instructed my family, friends, hunting buddies and casual passerby to blast every cat they see," he wrote in a guest column for his buddies, the Moonies, at The Washington Times on December 3, 2010. (See "Nugent: The Time for Kitty Killing Has Come.") "The answer is so simple it is stupid: kill the feral cats on sight. Because of their breeding, we need to wipe out as many of these vermin as possible. No closed season on feral cats is the solution."

Whereas the National Audubon Society, the American Bird Conservancy, the United States Fish and Wildlife Service (USFWS), and all of Australia and New Zealand wholeheartedly agree with him, that does not alter the salient fact that shooting cats violates every anti-cruelty statute on the books and as such it is illegal in just about all jurisdictions across the country. It accordingly is totally inexcusable that the Michigan Humane Society in Bingham Farms, thirty-five kilometers north of Detroit, has not investigated Nugent and subsequently arrested him.

Furthermore, what he calls his "farm" is actually nothing more than a canned hunting ranch known as Sunrise Acres in Jackson, one-hundred-twenty-five kilometers west of Detroit. Although no details have been made public concerning what actually goes on there, the way that these types of operations usually conduct business is to parade doped-up exotic animals into corrals where they then are shot at point-blank range by trophy hunters. Some of the these operations even allow individuals to kill animals from thousands of miles away simply by clicking the mouses on their computer screens.

In addition to being one of the most morally repugnant forms of animal abuse imaginable, operations such as Sunrise Acres have to get their exotic cats and other animals from somewhere and that raises legal questions under both the Endangered Species Act as well as the Convention on International Trade in Species of Wild Fauna and Flora (CITES). Much more to the point, there is not so much as a speck of actual hunting done at Nugent's ranch; rather, what he is operating is an unlicensed slaughterhouse.

Nugent's anti-social behavior is not confined to killing cats and other animals but rather it extends to physical alterations and slanders directed against animal rights activists. He even has gone so far as to threaten the life of a sitting president.

"If Barack Obama becomes president in November again, I will either be dead or in jail by this time next year," he declared at the National Rifle Association's (NRA) annual convention in St. Louis on April 17, 2012 according to The Huffington Post's edition of that same date. (See "Ted Nugent for Mitt Romney: Rocker Stumps for GOP Candidate at NRA Convention.")

That veiled threat, which constitutes a Class E felony under the United States Code, Title 18, Section 871, earned him a visit from agents of the Secret Service but they ultimately refused to take any action against him. Former United States Senator Jesse Alexander Helms Jr. of North Carolina likewise got away scot-free with doing the same to President Bill Clinton back in the 1990's.

Kid Rock and Nugent Gleefully Pose with a Dead Cougar 

It is the same story all over the country. Right-wing loonies from the boonies with money, such as Nugent, Helms, and Nevada rancher and welfare bum Cliven Bundy, are allowed to get away with almost any crime whereas the Standing Rock Sioux and their supporters are attacked by the authorities with vicious dogs, water cannons, and rubber bullets for protesting the construction of the Dakota Access pipeline.

In Nugent's case, not only was he not prosecuted by the Secret Service but he was rewarded for his criminality by Steve Stockman of Texas' thirty-sixth congressional district with an invitation to attend Obama's State of the Union Address on February 12, 2013. (See The Washington Post, February 13, 2013, "Ted Nugent's Cross-Aisle Schmoozing at the State of the Union.")

His transformation from threatening the life of one president to being rehabilitated to the point of being invited to attend a joint session of Congress and to now being feted by the current occupant of the Oval Office can only be described as unbelievable. Nevertheless, anyone who has studied the link that exists between cruelty to animals and crimes directed against individuals surely must be alarmed by his meteoric ascendancy.

Born as Robert James Ritchie in the northern Detroit suburb of Romeo, one-hundred-seventy-three kilometers east of Jackson, Kid Rock is another archetypal example of the "deplorables" that constitute the hard-core of Trump's political base. Not only was he arrested for a series of alcohol-related misdemeanors in Detroit between 1991 and 1997 but he also was charged with assault on at least three distinct occasions between 2005 and 2007.

Like Nugent, he too is an avid gun collector and hunter. In that respect, he is perhaps best known for having killed a cougar while on a hunting trip with Nugent in January of 2015. (See The Mirror of London, January 21, 2015, "Kid Rock Angers Fans by Posing with a Dead Cougar. Grisly Snap Was Posted after Hunting Trip.")

The horrific crimes and slanders committed against animals by the third member of Trump's Achse des Bösen dining party, Palin, hardly need any reiteration. Nonetheless, in the past she has publicly bragged about gunning down more than forty caribous from helicopters as well as having hunted bears and possibly even wolves.

Consequently, it is not surprising that she fully supports the aerial gunning of wolves by the USFWS and the USDA's Wildlife Services. Every bit as deplorable, she massacres animals in order to churn out snuff films. (See the New York Daily News, December 9, 2010, "Aaron Sorkin: 'Sarah Palin's Alaska' Is a 'Snuff Film' and Ex-Alaska (sic) Governor Is 'Deranged'," the Daily Mail, December 7, 2010, "Sarah Palin Kills a Caribou on Her TV Show (but Misses Target Five Times)," and The DoDo, February 19, 2015, "Seven Bonehead Things Sarah Palin Has Done to Animals.")

Looked down upon as a social and political pariah by most decent folks, Palin is, quite understandably, eternally grateful for being invited out to eat with the Trumper. "A great night at the White House," she is quoted as cooing by The Star Ledger. "Thank you to President Trump for the invite!"

The chow apparently was not bad either. The "dinner was beyond superb," she gushed to The Press of Atlantic City on April 21st. (See "Palin, Ted Nugent, Kid Rock Join Trump at White House.") Thanks to "the outstanding White House staff, chefs, Secret Service, and of course the president for making it such a special evening."

In that light, the irony of having gone from being hunted by the Secret Service to being protected by it surely could not have been lost on Nugent. The only difficult part of the equation for him must have been refraining from splitting his sides laughing.

Palin with One of the Many Caribous That She Has Killed

Even though the highfalutin fare served up at such tony joints as 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue doubtlessly has it appeal for souls as coarse as those that belong to Palin, Nugent, and Rock, generally speaking it is much too heavy and voluminous for sensitive palates. A much simpler fare consisting of rye bread, Kalamata olives, cheese, and yogurt would be far preferable.

It is even entirely conceivable that a bloke might make out just as well at any one of Washington's numerous soup runs. At least the company would be a step up in this world.

The only drama of the evening came when the members of the Achse des Bösen took a much needed break from gouging themselves and feeding their ugly little faces in order to pose mockingly in front of a very old portrait of Rodham "and Gomorrah." Unless she is planning on entering the fray in 2020, their behavior can only be classified as a classic case of vindictiveness coupled with the tasteless beating a dead horse.

Since the sit-down affair was closed to the media, the only details of what transpired have come courtesy of Nugent and Palin. That has not deterred the former's fellow rockers, however, from putting in their two cents' worth.

"This picture says it all...two of the most insincere smiles in history," David Crosby of the legendary 1960's apostles of rock, Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young (CSNY), proclaimed to Rolling Stone on April 21st. (See "Ted Nugent, David Crosby Spar over White House Visit.") "What a pair of assholes!"

That also marked the first time in recent memory that anything other than either a frown or a scowl has been seen on the Trumper's dour map. The only logical conclusion to be drawn for that startling development is that he only lets down his hair when he is surrounded by kindred spirits.

Even though that nothing short of superlative opening salvo pretty much said it all, Crosby was not through just yet. "Nugent is a brainless twit..." he continued to Rolling Stone. "I can outthink him without even trying hard."

True to form, the always combative Nugent took the bait like a rat to cheese. "David Crosby, he's kind of a lost soul, and he's done so much substance abuse throughout his life that his logic meter is gone," he chimed to Rolling Stone. "His reasoning and depth of understanding is pretty much gone, so it doesn't surprise me. I feel quite sad for the guy."

After he had mulled over the matter for a few days, Nugent's pity gave way to his customary preference for confrontation and that is when he challenged Crosby to a public debate. (See The Washington Times, April 25, 2017, "Nugent Throws Down Debate Gauntlet after David Crosby's Trump Rants: 'Anytime, Anywhere'.")

Rock, Palin, and Nugent Mock Rodham

That certainly is a chicken-hearted response from someone as notoriously violent as Nugent. If he were a real man, he would have challenged Crosby to a duel to the death.

The reason that he demurred is that he only has enough guts in order to gun down defenseless cats and other animals. When it comes to facing off against an opponent who is quite capable of nailing his rotten hide to his barn door, Nugent reveals himself to be nothing more than a rank coward and a blowhard.

It was at this juncture that Crosby's bandmate, Graham Nash, decided to enter this rather public pissing match and he did so by floating the possibility of a CSNY reunion tour. "Here's how I feel about it: I believe that the issues that are keeping us apart pale in comparison to the good that we can do if we get out there and start talking about what's happening," he told Variety on April 20th. (See "Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young Could Reunite -- Because They Hate Trump More Than Each Other.") "So I'd be totally up for it even though I'm not talking to David and neither is Neil (Young). But I think we're smart people in the end and I think we realize the good that we can do."

Even so that is not going to be an easy feat to pull off under those circumstances. Plus, the members of the band have issues that go back decades.

David "has been fucking awful. I've been there and saved his fucking ass for forty-five years, and he treated me like shit..." Nash exclaimed only last year. "David has ripped the heart out of Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young."

As far as the fourth horseman of that happy quartet that convened at the White House on April 19th is concerned, very little has been reported by the media concerning his views on cats and other animals. It therefore is assumed, correctly or incorrectly, that he not only does not own any animals but that he fully shares the views and supports the abhorrent behavior of his dinner guests.

Unverified online reports, however, maintain that his two eldest sons, Eric and Donald Jr., are trophy hunters. In particular, during a trip to Zimbabwe they allegedly killed a civet, an elephant, a crocodile, a Kudu, and a waterbuck.

Moreover, his appointees to head the departments of the Interior and Agriculture as well as the Environmental Protection Agency, Ryan Zinke, Sonny Perdue, and Scott Pruitt respectively, are anything but animal lovers. None of the foregoing should be misconstrued, however, as to imply that Obama and the Democrats ever did anything positive for cats and other animals, but that is a topic that will have to wait for another day.

In conclusion, there cannot be any denying that the executive branch of the national government is now firmly in the hands of a criminal gang of moral retards who not only hate cats but do not have any noticeable regard whatsoever for other animals and Mother Earth. By freely choosing to dine with rotters like Nugent, Rock, and Palin, Trump not only has exposed himself for what he is but in the process he has brought down shame upon both the office of the president and the country as well.

Photos: Facebook (Nugent and Trump, Rock and Nugent with a dead cougar, and the Achse des Bösen in front of Rodham's portrait), and the Daily Mail (Palin with a dead caribou).