Is that not like saying that if a slave was once free then slavery is cruel but if they were born to be a slave then its fine? Just playing devils advocate
What do you call wild animals, because if you're referring to dogs and cats, I wouldn't call them wild. I've had one pet in my adult life, a cat, but I didn't buy him or get him off anyone, he just decided to live with us. He'd get in the house (either through the door or the window), meow at me, I'd stroke him and eventually, after dozens of visits, I started feeding him. He then moved in. He could have left whenever he wanted, but he simply didn't want to. Took him to the vet, but he wasn't chipped, asked around but no one claimed ownership of him, so we started looking after him properly, getting him jabs and that. We had him 10 years before he died. Well, we didn't have him, I never felt like I owned him, he just lived in our house and on an evening he sat on me knee and watched telly with us. I liked him, but he was odd. He'd come for walks with me. Not on a lead, he'd just walk at the side of me. And he'd come when I whistled. If I was locking up at night, I'd whistle loudly out of the back door and if he wanted to come in he'd run home. I reckon he thought he was a dog. I really miss the little t.wat.
slaves arnt treated well but if you have a pet people will treat them like there family (most of the time)
You went for walks with a cat at the side of you who wasnt on a lead? I would love to have seen that. And I guess I was referring to everything from a dog to a goldfish really though more of a 'not allowed to leave without being on a lead' (if at all) than a weird and rather cool sounding cat hotel for self invited guests that you seem to have been running. Out of interest did you ever get round to naming your little friend?
Either but the rule is they cant just be friends like Jays was. He let his friend just come and go as it pleased so if you have a cat story then the cat has to be kept indoors or on a lead or something.
Really enjoyed reading that and can relate to a lot of it. I love animals. Without fail, the greeting I get when home from work from our dog is one of delight to see me. The excitement in him when I mention the word 'walk'. The fact he's got huggins of toys, and if I say "where's piggy?" he knows to get the toy pig. Same for the toy boot, the toy ferret etc. He's reight clever. And I love him to bits.
He was ginger, so I called him ginger. Really unimaginative like, but when he first started coming round I never had any intentions of keeping him, so I wasn't looking for a name, but needed summat to call him by. Ginger stuck. When he moved in we were living in a house down a little lane, not a proper road. He'd walk with me to the end of the lane, then sit, watch me cross the road to the shop, wait 'til I got back and walk back down to the house with me.
You joke but that was actually something I thought of earlier. Is it possible that pets are displaying a form of stockholm syndrome?
I like this story more and more with every little detail you say. I can just picture him stood at the side of the road waiting for you to get back
My favourite blink-182 song. Depending on how I feel. At the minute, it is. Next week it'll be summat else probably. Reight tune though. Intro is quality. [video=youtube;Y5AH6g0ku9k]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y5AH6g0ku9k[/video]
Dogs depend on us and are quite literally part of the family who actually like being in the house. A tiger or a crocodile on the other hand is a definite no, unless you wanted to end up dead.
All pets were wild animals years ago....we just domesticated them Dogs were bred with the purpose of hunting different animals in different habitats. Cats were bred to lay about and expect you to wait on them hand and foot........that n kill native wildlife Did you know budgerigar in Aborigine means "good to eat"