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  • brvslvrnst@lemmy.mltocats@lemmy.worldA mighty hunter
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    8 days ago

    Devil’s advocate: humans cause an excess of death beyond that of cats: is it better to put humans down to prevent them from causing mass death?

    I’m not disagreeing that they cause harm, but its a philosophical argument of utilitarianism that deaths of a subset would be better no matter what, right? It’s a nuance that can’t necessarily be put to black and white contexts. That’s all I wanted to put forward, but I may have messed up my argument trying to distill to a sentence or two.





  • I’m a waffler from way back, and the wording in that sentence I waffled on the “right” description for where I fell into.

    Since being in my own and having multiple days, I don’t think it’s completely impossible for me. I let our cats out with our supervision so they can roll in the grass and enjoy the outdoors; then, we bring them right back in.

    My parents never want to get rid of cats, so if any of them were not able to “properly behave” indoors they would be put out as a barn cat. Was it wrong to do that? To them, they’re still caringv and care for the cat, they just didn’t like its behavior. This also was in a small town where going to the pound likely meant kill shelter.

    To date, they’ve rescued around 15 cats from off the street, and about 3/4 stayed in the house.

    Nuance and all that jazz.


  • brvslvrnst@lemmy.mltocats@lemmy.worldA mighty hunter
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    9 days ago

    While I understand the sentiment, its a hard line. I waffle with it being sometimes impossible to avoid.

    With that said, my parents have an outdoor cat still going from my middle school days; he’s currently 23 y/o, and still able to hold his own. I’m always impressed visiting because I expect to hear he passed when in fact he’s yelling about wet food not being available when he’s makes his appearance. Most of his days are spent laying on their back porch, and I’m insanely jealous of how full and long of a life he’s experienced.