Life. It is the most precious thing we have. I believe that no matter what Deity if any you choose to worship it is our duty to protect those that cannot protect themselves. Adults are to protect the children in their care and sometimes the children that are NOT in their care, and we ALL are put here to protect the lesser beings being the animals of the earth.
Yesterday, I came across a kitten in the Wal-Mart parking lot. He was not in the best shape. Could I just leave him there to an unknown fate with the hope that some other person would be kind enough to take him in and give him a good home? I agonized over it for quite a bit and decided that no I couldn't. So, I took him to my husbands office. This tiny ball of fur. They all "ooh'ed and aah'ed" over him. After all, he is a cutie pie. No one wanted him of course. My husband said, "Are you going to take him to the shelter?" I said, "No I'm not." So, I left his office and drove him straight to the vet. $81 later "Jasper" had a clean bill of health and a new home.
I got him home and got him settled in. He is really tiny, so I took an old rusty baking pan and made him a litter box til he was big enough to use the big one. Fixed him a bowl of food and water of his own and a nice safe place in the kid's area where I could keep him safe from my other marauding kitty cats. They were not pleased at his presence. He got hissed at and slapped immediately. I know this is kitty way of establishing "pecking order," but I don't have to like it.
He slept with Kendra, and my husband was so angry that he slept on the sofa. :( I promised him I wouldn't bring ANYTHING else into the house. Apparently that isn't good enough. He left this morning without saying goodbye. Without a kiss. Without a "kiss-my-ass." It isn't like we have 30 cats. With Jasper we have 3. We have a HUGE house. He didn't even KNOW he was in the house til he asked me what I did with him.
I don't drink. I don't smoke. I don't party. I don't see the problem.