It's just their nature. Cats are cruel domesticated predators, not unlike Showtime's Dexter.
You can empathize with the cat's prey. The cat cannot. It's just having fun.
My favorite childhood pet cat was a habitual asshole. From the time it was a kitten, it would camp out in the hallway alcove near the bathroom, and with endless enthusiasm, sink a single claw into the human ankle-prey at wee hours of the morning.
Why? Because cat. If you could sit your roommate's cat down, and ask it for an ethical justification for killing birds, it would probably explain it to you by interpretive dance:
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Because, Cat.
That same beloved childhood pet cat spent hours staking out the neighborhood raccoons, waiting for the moment they'd have their backs turned, to slink up and deliver a five-toed slap to the back of the head; only to flee in mother-of-god, all-that-is-holy, "did you see how pissed that one raccoon was? What the fuck did I just do?!" Wild-eyed derangement, only to slip in through the back door and continue taunting the raccoons through the glass slider.
Because, Cat.
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You can empathize with the cat's prey. The cat cannot. It's just having fun.
My favorite childhood pet cat was a habitual asshole. From the time it was a kitten, it would camp out in the hallway alcove near the bathroom, and with endless enthusiasm, sink a single claw into the human ankle-prey at wee hours of the morning.
Why? Because cat. If you could sit your roommate's cat down, and ask it for an ethical justification for killing birds, it would probably explain it to you by interpretive dance:
Because, Cat.
That same beloved childhood pet cat spent hours staking out the neighborhood raccoons, waiting for the moment they'd have their backs turned, to slink up and deliver a five-toed slap to the back of the head; only to flee in mother-of-god, all-that-is-holy, "did you see how pissed that one raccoon was? What the fuck did I just do?!" Wild-eyed derangement, only to slip in through the back door and continue taunting the raccoons through the glass slider.
Because, Cat.
