Abuse an animal, go to jail

[Nyar]

in my opinion, animal abusers are just another Jeffrey Dahmer in the making:
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Animal-rights activists protest at cat-killer trial

(Bridgeport-WTNH, Nov. 4, 2004 ) _ It was a case of animal cruelty that had many people shaking their heads -- a man charged with bludgeoning his mom's cat to death. Today, dozens protested outside a Bridgeport courthouse to make sure harsh punishment is enforced.

* by News Channel 8's Sonia Baghdady

Susan Cox says her 34 year-old son, Jeremy, didn't like her cat.

"Abuse an animal, go to jail," chanted protestors outside the courthouse.

Animal rights activists say there's no excuse for the abuse and murder of a 19 year-old Stratford cat.

Outside Bridgeport Superior Court they protested animal cruelty while inside 34-year-old Jeremy Cox faced a judge for the brutal killing.

Police say on Tuesday Jeremy brutally beat the cat with a cane, but told his mother it had died of natural causes.

"There was blood spattered on a curtain, on the floor and the wall near a sliding glass door, and a broken cane with pieces of blood and fur on it," says Capt. Harvey Maxwell from the Stratford Police Department.

“I just think that cat was 19-years-old. It was like a senior citizen, and it was tortured and it was murdered and the guy deserves something to happen to him,’ says Jacqueline Bruno from the Bridgeport Cat Project.

Tests later found the cat had suffered numerous broken bones, including a broken spine. These animal rights activists say they're outraged.

“It sickened me. But it strengthened my resolve, as it did everybody else here, to do something about this; to stop this,” says Nancyellen Dolan.

Investigators are not taking this case lightly. Stratford Animal Control Officer Linda Schaff says animal abuse often leads to human abuse. “A lot of serial killers started out this way, so this is nothing to fool around with. Absolutely not.”

“The pattern of violence just grows. It doesn't always stop here. But we want it to stop. There's no excuse for abusing anybody or anything,” says dog owner Donna Faust.

“Anybody who is capable of something like this is a capable of doing it to a human being. Killing anything helpless with that type of brutality is very serious,” says Schaff.

“There's no reason why anybody should do something like that and he needs to be punished for it,” says Faust.

[GBA]

http://www.marsupialsociety.org/members/html/03au0 2.html

nuggy the wombat.
:lol: :lol: :lol:

[GBA]

"Why I Hate Cats"


"Cats. They make me sneeze, wheeze, snort, cough, choke. My eyes run, my nose runs, and I leave rooms when a cat is present.
I don't like cats, I abhor cats. I detest cats.. They're extremely unfriendly, conceited and all around boorish individuals.

And those meows! How the good Lord in His wisdom could let a sound like that on this green earth mystifies me.

And the sound from their nocturnal amorous forays? Well, as they say, it's enough to raise the dead. Or the living for that matter. I distinctly recall waking in a cold sweat on many night, a condition undoubtedly induced by those eerie, preternatural wails that emit from feline throats.

But enough.

Let's get down to specifics; let's try for some objectivity here. Lets examine the domesticated cat in his habitat.

The first thing one notices upon entering a domicile where a cat is present is the smell that permeates the residence. Now I'm told that it isn't the cat that smells but rather the litter box where the poor cat must answer his natural call. In my experience one usually finds this commode in the kitchen, next to the cat's eating bowls, or in the bathroom, where human beings perform their ablutions.

Needless to say, any right thinking person finds this extremely distasteful.

The food that cats consume can be equally stomach turning. Raw hunks of liver, stinking plates of fish and sometimes perfectly mephitic comestibles of soya mash and assorted manmade fillers doused with water and left to stand hours on end.

I have figured out that one reason why cat food becomes unappetizing is that cats are slow eaters. They can stretch one plate of food the clock round. From dawn to dusk, darting in and out of the eating area for a quick munch. They sure do make that food last. All of which would be quite commendable if cats were known for thrift, but in my recollection, thrift is not an attribute of cats, even from the most devoted, anthropomorphising cat fancier.

And that's another thing. Cats always climb around on human eating surfaces. You know it and I know it. It's either the kitchen table or the dining room table or the cupboard. Even in the middle of a meal. I've seen a cat jump right onto the table, swishing its tail gaily and ever so nonchalantly depositing its hair on everyone's plate as it sashays by.

Now let's move into the living room where it seems the cat gains no greater pleasure than popping onto a lap just as the clam dip has come by and one is poised with lip aquiver for a taste. It's then that the cat pounces and said clam dip falls miserably short of its mark and dribbles down one's chin.

Push the cat away and it comes back for more. Get rough with it, and out come those claws to rake your arm, draw blood and raise welts on the skin that can take hours- even days - to disappear. God forbid if you take a swipe at that lowly cousin to the King of Beasts. That's when every cat lover in the room comes out of the woodwork , calls the ASPCA and turns you in for animal abuse. When it was all a case of self-defense in the the first place.

Finally, we have the cat in the bedroom. If it's not sitting your head, then it's purring incessantly in your ear. And if it's not doing either of those things, then it's trotting out the catnip for a quick game a 4 AM and even with its superior night vision, sometimes that old catnip gets a knock that lands somewhere in the vicinity of your nose. Swap! Your nose is in shreds, the catnip is now across the room and the wretched cat is gamboling after it.

That's what I think of cats.

If I had more time and space, I'd get on to cat lovers. The funny thing about that is that nearly all my friends own cats, know my view, and sill invite me to their homes."

[USAPatriot]

Hurt one of my cats and there will be no trial. -Rod-

[USAPatriot]

Finally, we have the cat in the bedroom. If it's not sitting your head, then it's purring incessantly in your ear. And if it's not doing either of those things, then it's trotting out the catnip for a quick game a 4 AM and even with its superior night vision, sometimes that old catnip gets a knock that lands somewhere in the vicinity of your nose. Swap! Your nose is in shreds, the catnip is now across the room and the wretched cat is gamboling after it.

One of life's little pleasures...believe it or not...is to have one of the cats drop a foil ball or furry fake mouse on my face at 0300 and want to play fetch. I can pretty much do it in my sleep. Ah, the pitter patter of little feets :) -Rod-

[GlteByAsocashun]

If someone killed my cat, I'd kill the son of a whore with my bare hands... then spit on the dead body.

[Nyar]

i should post a link to the video i saw on ogrish of a guy tied to a tree and set on fire. he raped and killed a girl in mexico and the townspeople took the law into their own hands. its not gross by the way.

thats what i would do to whoever hurt my kiddos.

[GBA]

If someone killed my cat, I'd kill the son of a whore with my bare hands... then spit on the dead body.

Is this him???
http://users.adelphia.net/~akira/bombcat.jpg
Sorry couldn't resist.
:D :twisted:

[Nyar]

If someone killed my cat, I'd kill the son of a whore with my bare hands... then spit on the dead body.

Is this him???
http://users.adelphia.net/~akira/bombcat.jpg
Sorry couldn't resist.
:D :twisted:
http://www.mycathatesyou.com/images/cats/2002/11/a l_abu_j_fata_dr_j.jpg

[GlteByAsocashun]

If someone killed my cat, I'd kill the son of a whore with my bare hands... then spit on the dead body.

Is this him???
http://users.adelphia.net/~akira/bombcat.jpg
Sorry couldn't resist.
:D :twisted:

lol nah, he's a big overgrown (16 lbs) baby.... sleeps wrapped around my head at night like a hat.... and begs like a pitiful homeless waif for turkey... and yes, I find his long hair in my food, lolol.

[Nyar]

i hate it when charlie jumps on my chest and rubs against my chin then later i go to take a drink of water and get cat hair in my mouth.

[GlteByAsocashun]

i hate it when charlie jumps on my chest and rubs against my chin then later i go to take a drink of water and get cat hair in my mouth.
It's worse when you find it floating in your Mt. Dew. :lol:

[Nyar]

Swap! Your nose is in shreds,

one time i was asleep on the couch (ok...i was very drunk too) and a couple of mine had got into a fight and one of them leaped up onto my face to run away from the other and i dimly remember sitting up and yelling goddamnit while shaking a fist then going back to sleep. when i got up to put my glasses on i felt something on my nose. I looked in the mirror and it was sliced in half with a thick coating of blood. somehow i slept through that one. it healed up without a scar.

[GlteByAsocashun]

Swap! Your nose is in shreds,

one time i was asleep on the couch (ok...i was very drunk too) and a couple of mine had got into a fight and one of them leaped up onto my face to run away from the other and i dimly remember sitting up and yelling goddamnit while shaking a fist then going back to sleep. when i got up to put my glasses on i felt something on my nose. I looked in the mirror and it was sliced in half with a thick coating of blood. somehow i slept through that one. it healed up without a scar.
I currently have a long scratch on my leg and one on my arm..... I have no clue how they got there..... I must sleep like the dead, lol.

[USAPatriot]

Swap! Your nose is in shreds,

one time i was asleep on the couch (ok...i was very drunk too) and a couple of mine had got into a fight and one of them leaped up onto my face to run away from the other and i dimly remember sitting up and yelling goddamnit while shaking a fist then going back to sleep. when i got up to put my glasses on i felt something on my nose. I looked in the mirror and it was sliced in half with a thick coating of blood. somehow i slept through that one. it healed up without a scar.

I have a physiological peculiarity of tens of thousands of veins in the skin of my neck and upper chest, caused by having my right jugulars removed. I wake up at least once a month caked in blood with my pillows and sheets looking like a killing ground because someone has left trackmarks on me. Oddly, like you, at best I may wake up just long enough to cuss a stream and then just go back to sleep.

Cat fur in food? I'm sure I shit fur daily. I guess I quit noticing it in my food and Pepsi years ago :lol: -Rod-

[GBA]

I HATE CATS !!!

I don't miss my cats. Once I liked nothing more than lounging in my recliner, tossing sardines across the carpet to the pack of mongrel felines perched on the love seat. Back in those days I actually enjoyed the company of the furry buggers and their frisky ways. There was a time when falling asleep with a fat calico named Sir Laurence LaRue on my lap was as sweet as it got. But then again, there was a time when I peed through a tube after taking some kidney shrapnel in Korea. I don't miss that much now either.

Cats aren't stupid, they know what a cherry deal they've got. They know the world is full of kooky old women and half-psycho shut-ins who'll fix them tuna salad on family china and furnish whole rooms with throw rugs and giant stuffed mice. Yes sir, they got it made.

American house cats have grown fat and lazy and evolved all that is good and pure out of their systems. Charlie Chan, a Siamese, prowled around the backyard and caught a straggling blue jay every so often, but who's to say the bird wasn't already dead? Maybe he knows that his best days were generations ago when he roamed the untamed wilds. All he can do now is keep up the pathetic charade, and make believe that he's still a dangerous and savage beast.

We've pampered, spoiled and ruined all that made them great. When they weren't bumping and grinding all over my calves, they were pregnant doging for me to keep their food bowl full. I'm saying kick them all out on their matted fur asses and let them fend for themselves a while, let them try to live without the sunny spot on the carpet for a few days. It's rough on the outside, full of streetwise and hungry one-eyed strays who'd sooner cannibalize an obese tabby bloated full of Fancy Feast than forage for more rancid chicken bones. Let them earn their lumps like the rest of us, suffering utter and humiliating defeat before learning how brutal life really is

My history with cats goes back to my first wife, and the afternoon she burst through the front door with a mixed box of sad looking critters from the Shop Rite. The old lady was supposed to get dinner, but blew my paycheck on a slew of bastard kittens. Good companions she said, for long cold nights when we sit around with nothing to say. I mumbled why couldn't I just order a hooker on those nights and save on cat chow and flea dip. Somehow she convinced me that a litter of mewling orphans was the best way to keep my blood pressure down. I don't know about all that, but they were always there when I spilled white russians into my lap.

ingrates had their way with my house for the first few weeks, disemboweling pillows and shredding perfectly good trousers and fishing magazines. Once they advanced to the point of 'marking their territory,' I'd had enough. Nothing is worse than trying to enjoy a meal surrounded by the overwhelming stench of urine

I told the missus she had to sweeten the deal a bit before I jumped aboard the kitty bandwagon. She promised I'd never have to scoop any of the lumpy nasties from the sandbox. I approved. The one snag in the nylons was that it was my duty to cart the little demons off to the vet for booster shots or any time they hacked up something more serious than a slimy ball of ribbon.

All of the camaraderie that I'd established as the warm resting place with a belly button full of liquor was good for nothing once the unlucky kitty got wind of what I had planned. They've got a sixth sense, these animals, probably left over from their days in the wild. They know when a predator is stalking them in the brush, or when a slow old man is creeping up on them with a pillow case and oven mitts. Anyone who's ever owned a cat knows they're wicked fast and hell with the claws

We had an irascible Persian named Billy the Kid who came down with some kind of feline whooping cough and had to be separated from the rest. I should have known that Billy would not go peacefully. I fashioned some riot gear out of an old corset and half a bag of adult diapers I was saving for the Superbowl. My technique was nearly flawless.

As soon as he hit the sack he went haywire like somebody plugged him into a wall socket. He was tearing the pillow case to bits and I swung him around to keep him from tenderizing my thigh. After a couple high velocity twirls, it ripped and he flailed end over end toward the bay window. Billy busted through that glass like a hairy meteor. Once he hit the front lawn he took off never to be heard from again.

Not long after that I got rid of the others. Things improved for a while - but there's still some unfinished business. I know Billy is out there somewhere with revenge on his mind. He's hiding in the shadows, the alleys, and the trees, waiting for the time I let my guard down. Because once you toss a cat through a plate glass window, they don't forget it.

:twisted: :twisted: :twisted:

[USAPatriot]

http://vengers.com/eesh.htm

http://vengers.com/photos/smokey.htm

http://vengers.com/photos/vengers.htm

[justcrazy]

Finally, we have the cat in the bedroom. If it's not sitting your head, then it's purring incessantly in your ear. And if it's not doing either of those things, then it's trotting out the catnip for a quick game a 4 AM and even with its superior night vision, sometimes that old catnip gets a knock that lands somewhere in the vicinity of your nose. Swap! Your nose is in shreds, the catnip is now across the room and the wretched cat is gamboling after it.

One of life's little pleasures...believe it or not...is to have one of the cats drop a foil ball or furry fake mouse on my face at 0300 and want to play fetch. I can pretty much do it in my sleep. Ah, the pitter patter of little feets :) -Rod-I hear ya Rod. I have a galloping herd in the early morning. I can't imagine life without that pitter patter.

[Nyar]

Finally, we have the cat in the bedroom. If it's not sitting your head, then it's purring incessantly in your ear. And if it's not doing either of those things, then it's trotting out the catnip for a quick game a 4 AM and even with its superior night vision, sometimes that old catnip gets a knock that lands somewhere in the vicinity of your nose. Swap! Your nose is in shreds, the catnip is now across the room and the wretched cat is gamboling after it.

One of life's little pleasures...believe it or not...is to have one of the cats drop a foil ball or furry fake mouse on my face at 0300 and want to play fetch. I can pretty much do it in my sleep. Ah, the pitter patter of little feets :) -Rod-I hear ya Rod. I have a galloping herd in the early morning. I can't imagine life without that pitter patter.and i expect some Lucky pictures :twisted:

[DEVIL DOG]

What happens if I abuse online posters?

[USAPatriot]

One of life's little pleasures...believe it or not...is to have one of the cats drop a foil ball or furry fake mouse on my face at 0300 and want to play fetch. I can pretty much do it in my sleep. Ah, the pitter patter of little feets :) -Rod-I hear ya Rod. I have a galloping herd in the early morning. I can't imagine life without that pitter patter.[/quote]and i expect some Lucky pictures :twisted:[/quote]

Blood and gore? I could probably do that. It doesn't take a gash to get me bleeding like a stuck pig on my neck. Just a scratch. The girls are always reaching for my face and neck wanting to be scratched...wonder where they learned THAT behavior, eh? Only I have to ward off the claws and they don't always appreciate it. But I don't think the Red Cross delivers :) -Rod-

[Nyar]

Lucky is JC's cat that shes only posted one picture of ever!

[GlteByAsocashun]

I HATE CATS !!!

Cats aren't stupid, they know what a cherry deal they've got.
American house cats have grown fat and lazy......... and make believe that he's still a dangerous and savage beast.



I've thought for a long time that cats have one goal in life.... to con their way into a good home, lol, then they get fat and lazy. But don't kid yourself, the savage lurks just underneath your sweet kitties lazy self if he needs to defend himself. A cat could really mess you up with those teeth and claws. I love cats for all that is tame and sweet and for the beast that lurks within.

[Pispas]

"Why I Hate Cats"


"Cats. They make me sneeze, wheeze, snort, cough, choke. My eyes run, my nose runs, and I leave rooms when a cat is present.
I don't like cats, I abhor cats. I detest cats.. They're extremely unfriendly, conceited and all around boorish individuals.

And those meows! How the good Lord in His wisdom could let a sound like that on this green earth mystifies me.

And the sound from their nocturnal amorous forays? Well, as they say, it's enough to raise the dead. Or the living for that matter. I distinctly recall waking in a cold sweat on many night, a condition undoubtedly induced by those eerie, preternatural wails that emit from feline throats.

But enough.

Let's get down to specifics; let's try for some objectivity here. Lets examine the domesticated cat in his habitat.

The first thing one notices upon entering a domicile where a cat is present is the smell that permeates the residence. Now I'm told that it isn't the cat that smells but rather the litter box where the poor cat must answer his natural call. In my experience one usually finds this commode in the kitchen, next to the cat's eating bowls, or in the bathroom, where human beings perform their ablutions.

Needless to say, any right thinking person finds this extremely distasteful.

The food that cats consume can be equally stomach turning. Raw hunks of liver, stinking plates of fish and sometimes perfectly mephitic comestibles of soya mash and assorted manmade fillers doused with water and left to stand hours on end.

I have figured out that one reason why cat food becomes unappetizing is that cats are slow eaters. They can stretch one plate of food the clock round. From dawn to dusk, darting in and out of the eating area for a quick munch. They sure do make that food last. All of which would be quite commendable if cats were known for thrift, but in my recollection, thrift is not an attribute of cats, even from the most devoted, anthropomorphising cat fancier.

And that's another thing. Cats always climb around on human eating surfaces. You know it and I know it. It's either the kitchen table or the dining room table or the cupboard. Even in the middle of a meal. I've seen a cat jump right onto the table, swishing its tail gaily and ever so nonchalantly depositing its hair on everyone's plate as it sashays by.

Now let's move into the living room where it seems the cat gains no greater pleasure than popping onto a lap just as the clam dip has come by and one is poised with lip aquiver for a taste. It's then that the cat pounces and said clam dip falls miserably short of its mark and dribbles down one's chin.

Push the cat away and it comes back for more. Get rough with it, and out come those claws to rake your arm, draw blood and raise welts on the skin that can take hours- even days - to disappear. God forbid if you take a swipe at that lowly cousin to the King of Beasts. That's when every cat lover in the room comes out of the woodwork , calls the ASPCA and turns you in for animal abuse. When it was all a case of self-defense in the the first place.

Finally, we have the cat in the bedroom. If it's not sitting your head, then it's purring incessantly in your ear. And if it's not doing either of those things, then it's trotting out the catnip for a quick game a 4 AM and even with its superior night vision, sometimes that old catnip gets a knock that lands somewhere in the vicinity of your nose. Swap! Your nose is in shreds, the catnip is now across the room and the wretched cat is gamboling after it.

That's what I think of cats.

If I had more time and space, I'd get on to cat lovers. The funny thing about that is that nearly all my friends own cats, know my view, and sill invite me to their homes."
This is just so fucking funny ....! :D

[Pispas]

I love cats for all that is tame and sweet and for the beast that lurks within.
And you've just made it into my ''Good Book''. :D

[Nyar]

whats wrong with a big, fat tabby? the lazier they get the happier they get. >^..^<

[Pispas]

Which reminds me .... Al-Canine just posted an interesting article about ''Evil'', serial killers, etc. in the Evil Thread.

What many of them have in common is that they've enjoyed torturing animals in childhood / teenage years.