How macabre and horrid to crucify a cat, probably in broad daylight on a statue of Our Lady. Now I don’t like cats but the last thing I’d ever do is go around crucifying them.
So I feel unreserved contempt for whoever did it. Someone even went as far as to say that the perpetrator, if caught, should be taught a lesson and jailed for life or given the death sentence as a deterrent to others who do not show love for animals.
This calls for some analysis here. Couch ready? Right, off we start on some psycho-babble.
The person who asked for the perpetrator’s demise is rather harsh and strangely seemed to hint that it must be a man. According to this person, men are the only ones who could commit such heinous crimes. Maybe statistically true but it could also be that some woman or group of them are up to no good in Mosta, scene of many a cat-crucifixion.
Death sentence: I know my female friend spoke slightly in hyperbole but she is usually dead against any violence.. But then what about the violence against the perpetrator himself (let’s keep thinking it was a male)? Isn’t he human and shouldn’t we think of him humanely? Maybe the perpetrator was so irked by the cats in his alley doing their naughty stuff that he wanted to rid society of this scourge.
Cat sacrifice was splashed on the news. Isn’t this what the perpetrator wants? His moment of media attention? I am also falling for his trap—he wants to shock us. So why not let him be and not mention him? I happened to pass by as the cat was hanging on the statue. Usually, at the scene of a crime, don’t police cover the body immediately? Did the cat have to remain in full view with the TV cameras gaily filming the gory scene? I don’t know if the scene was relayed on TV but I did see cameras and crews hovering around the crime scene. Or maybe we’ll have a porn flick with gore and orgies starring many pussies produced by a local TV station.
A cat being sacrificed is horrid I agree—and being put up so close to Our Lady is even horrider. But we only find this horrid because we don’t do it often. I mean, isn’t boiling a live lobster for our delectation just as horrid? Maybe more. At least, the perpetrator didn’t eat the crucified cat. He left it there for us to enjoy the scene.
End of session. I now expect a hate page by all cat-lovers because I am insensitive to cats and such like. And no, I don’t want chefs to stop cooking lobsters. I love having them on my plate.