One story that seems to be getting a lot of coverage here in Bristol is the story of Wilbur the Tabby Cat who wandered into a neighbour's garden and was gobbled by their pet snake.
I have to say I'm rather confused by the indignation. It's hardly the fault of the snake, either it was where it shouldn't have been (in the owners garden?) or the cat was.
This whole story just reflects the arrogance of most cat owners. They believe their filthy feral creatures have a god-given right to roam, and more importantly, shit, wherever they please (so long as it isn't in their own garden).
"But what if it was a child?" meekly protest the hand-wringing cat lovers. Well, it wouldn't be, would it, because most parents are responsible enough to not let their child roam out of their garden. After all, if it wasn't a snake, it could have been a car (for the child and for the damn cat). But of course you couldn't possibly stop Tibbles shitting all over the neighbourhood, could you?
So of course in typical knee-jerk fashion they're now calling for the law to be changed so people who want to own snakes need a licence. Because, of course, that works so well in regulating Dangerous Dogs, doesn't it? If people want one, they'll get one, licence or not.
What next? Banning cars, because they can (and do) run cats over? Get a fucking grip, and accept if you will let your cat roam wherever it likes, there's a chance it'll die.
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