First of all, thank you to effurryone who came to My Birthday Pawty yesterday! And a special thanks to Caspurr for all the hard work he put into organizing it. And special thanks to Mummy too, for doing the CATering.
Now, to something effur so impawtant. As a kitty who celebrates her birthday on August 12th, I naturally assumed that, when they talk about "The Glorious Twelfth" in Britain (where my Human was born), they were re-furring to My Birthday. But no! To my absolute horror and disgust, it turns out that "The Glorious Twelfth" is what they call the opening day of the Grouse Shooting Season. For those kitties who don't know what a grouse is - it's a kind of Birdie. And Humans are only allowed to shoot them during certain months of the year. I suppose we should be grateful for small mercies. But when they are allowed to shoot them, boy oh boy do they go crazy!
I know, you are wondering why killing birdies of any kind should bother a Mighty Huntress such as Myself. But that's just it, kitties and woofies! I am a true Huntress. I know how to stalk and creep up effur so quietly and then pounce.
But this is something completely different! Imagine scores of grown men (sometimes, with the assistance of Woofies - who should be ashamed of themselves) with Guns, who are much too cowardly to take on these poor birdies as We would, Cat to Bird, or rather, Man to Bird, but instead, kill from a distance. No skill required there - besides which, it gives a TOTALLY UNFAIR advantage to the Humans. Moreover - this could be the Thin End of the Wedge. First they kill Birdies (which, in any case, is OUR purr-ogative), then foxes, then Big Cats such as Tiggers and Panfurs and Lions - and the next thing you know, they'll be shooting Us. And all that, in the name of what they call "Sport". You know what that means, kitties and woofies? KILLING FOR FUN. Not for food, to survive, but just for FUN.
No other species does that.
Only Humans kill for Fun.