treatment of animals - a simple example

I’m back after a long break, collecting ‘hate’ material. And I must say, this time, the urn is quite full, if I go by a popular proverb in my country-I have not one, but three things to blog about! I start my first post about animals and their treatment in my country-I may warn that this is not a very comprehensive post, though a lengthy one.[what I mean is that I have only cited one example and one animal to back my views and my hatred of the way they are treated.]

                        I had gone as usual to the market with my mother for the weekly provisions just the other day-there was nothing out of the ordinary for me that day, not even what I’m about to narrate is out of the ordinary-but I never had a hatred-centric blog before, so here I go...my mother was just selecting her vegetables when the dearest little purring cat walked up to the vegetable vendor’s cart. Here is the shocking part-the cat was perhaps a little more than a kitten and was scavenging for food under the carts nearby, but what did it get? It just happened to come in the path of a ‘lordly’ human male [probably nothing other than a lout or an urchin], so he just kicked the critter out of his path as if it was made of sedimentary or igneous material, not flesh, blood and protoplasm! And not onc e, but thrice this innocent being was kicked aside for being what it was-a ‘lesser being’. And when I beckoned it , it just looked at me out of scared, green feline eyes and beat a hasty retreat, mistaking me for one of those barbarians of society who had been using her like a furry football, rather than the tender-hearted animal lover that I am. It rent my heart to witness this appalling scene at first, but soon that feeling got replaced by the infinitely stronger feelings of hatred to the point of loathing and a sore desire for revenge.

                                            What had the cat done to those callous examples of undeserving humanity? Those bastards deserve to be born again and again [for a 108 times] as an ant so I can squish them under my shoe-not that I do this regularly, as I love the ants too as fellow beings. I'm here to criticize, not to sermonize, or else no parish priest could have outdone my sermon about how animals are not inferior, but WAAAY superior to these ‘humans’ [with a heavy sarcastic emphasis on the last word]