By Fred
I’m the only cat old enough to remember O.J.’s trial for murdering his wife and Ron Goldman, the “Wrong Place, Wrong Time” poster boy. I’d recently been a feisty young stray who knew what it was like to do gruesome things just to survive. O.J., on the other paw, was sitting in the catbird seat. What was his excuse, I wondered?
I wanted to believe O.J., but no cat has ever left a couple of mangled corpses at the front step with a trail of blood back to his favorite bed and gotten off with the “If the collar don’t fit, you must acquit” defense.
If a cat’s got feathers stuck in his teeth, chances are good that some bird has come in for a landing – permanently.
But O.J. ultimately did go free to live happily ever after.
Last week, he launched a self-described “sting operation” in Las Vegas, allegedly to repo some cherished possessions. It just showed how well he remembered all his positive reinforcement from court. Consequences mean nothing to him.
When cats turn bully like O.J., they’re often forced to wear bells so they can never sneak up on anyone again. Or they’re sentenced to life indoors, where soft beds and regular meals turn them into marshmallows.
Unfortunately, O.J.’s going to be harder to fix . Now that he’s caged, humans need to 1) Make him understand that threatening or killing helpless things for sport is wrong, and 2) Put him where he can’t to do it again.
It’s the only humane thing to do.
