I’m reading this article on a cat who leaps into your bed at the old folks home and he has got solid death instincts. He only becomes your companion when you’re on your way to permanent sleep:
Dr Dosa first publicised Oscar’s gift in an article in the New England Journal of Medicine in 2007. Since then, the cat has gone on to double the number of imminent deaths it has sensed and convinced the geriatrician that it is no fluke.
The tortoiseshell and white cat spends its days pacing from room to room, rarely spending any time with patients except those with just hours to live.
If kept outside the room of a dying patient, Oscar will scratch on the door trying to get in.
When nurses once placed the cat on the bed of a patient they thought close to death, Oscar “charged out” and went to sit beside someone in another room. The cat’s judgement was better than that of the nurses: the second patient died that evening, while the first lived for two more days.
Dr Dosa and other staff are so confident in Oscar’s accuracy that they will alert family members when the cat jumps on to a bed and stretches out beside its occupant.
“It’s not like he dawdles. He’ll slip out for two minutes, grab some kibble and then he’s back at the patient’s side. It’s like he’s literally on a vigil,” Dr Dosa wrote.
Hmm… maybe if I was already in hospice, this could be helpful…making sure to have that phone call, talk, whatever.
On the other hand, if the cat is wrong only 10% of the time….
What do the PUSH Coalition and PETA have in common besides catchy acronyms? They’re shakedown artists extraordinaire. Over at Big Government, Mary Grabar has an excellent exposé on PETA (whom I’ve written about for Pajamas Media before). Here’s a bit of what she finds:
But as the corporate representative finds himself fending off charges by PETA, PETA may be profiting from donations and business deals with his competitors. For example, PETA on its website discourages supporters from attending the Ringling Brothers Barnum & Bailey Circus; it encouraged them to protest its Denver show on September 29, 2009, for alleged animal cruelty. In 2002, PETA president Ingrid Newkirk and several colleagues reportedly hectored families attending the circus in Savannah. Then, PETA targeted MasterCard for sponsoring the Circus and encouraged supporters to send their cut-up credit cards back to the company. Ringling Brothers spokeswoman Amy McWethy, disputing PETA’s claims of animal cruelty, pointed to the company’s licensing by the USDA under the Animal Welfare Act, open access to visitors and inspectors, and an elephant conservation center that harbors retired Asian elephants and contains the largest herd of the endangered species outside of Southeast Asia. A July 28, 2009, press release on the website claims that the PETA undercover video was “deceptively edited.” McWethy says the partnership with MasterCard was for a limited duration, but PETA claimed in 2004 that their pressure led to MasterCard’s decision to end the program.
MasterCard competitor, Visa, however, offers a PETA credit card that donates one percent of all purchases back to PETA. Visa, furthermore, is a sponsor of the 2010 Winter Olympics, the very same organization that PETA targets as one of its ten prominently displayed “campaigns” for cruelty on its homepage—as it does Barnum and Bailey. The link emblazoned with the Olympics logo leads the visitor to a page that tells him to “urge the Olympic Committee to help end seal slaughter.” Visa also has relationships with other companies whose practices conflict with PETA’s stated mission: the Kentucky Derby, Omaha Steaks, Nine West shoe company, and PETCO (against whom it waged a campaign several years ago).
It’s not about the poor, persecuted pets, it’s about pockebooks and power–PETA’s. PETA is like all the rest of the leftist-grievance exploiters: they want to radically change America to a place where all living things are equal. You, a human, are equal to Fido who is equal to your potted plant who is equal to that roach you just killed. No one is better or worse. No country is better or worse. Etc.
At PETA’s own website, there’s a hilarious post about Iams, the dog food maker, being cruel because, wait for it, they test the food with dogs to see if dogs will like it. PETA does endorse V-dog, though, which is a Vegan dog food ostensibly fed to…dogs. No dog testing though, so I’m guessing eating dog vegan sucks as bad as being a human vegan. How much money does PETA get to endorse V-dog? I’m guessing that it’s enough to not inspire too much curiosity on PETA’s part.
Businesses need to stop caving to these hypocritical crazies. PETA, like all these groups, is about empowerment–their own.
Here’s an excerpt:
If animals are people and fish are kittens, then the People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals are genocidal tyrants. Once in PETA’s death clutch, few animals escape.
In Virginia, PETA takes the notion of killing with kindness literally: only seven animals found a home out of the 2,216 it cared for in 2008. Seven animals managed a reprieve; the rest were loved to death.
Please go read the whole thing.
UPDATED: Sign a petition to get PETA’s tax exempt status taken away.
A young man’s irresponsible bravado nearly cost a young girl her life Saturday afternoon.
The 16-year-old girl was mauled by a cougar and rushed to the hospital after she and 21-year-old Anthony Zitnick illegally entered a wildlife collector’s home about 1:30 p.m. Neighbors believe Zitnick was trying to impress the younger girl.
Richard Miralles, a neighbor familiar with Rigerman’s large cats, heard the girl’s piercing scream from next door.
‘I heard her scream, `I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die,’ ” he said, hours after paramedics had left.
Miralles said he immediately dropped what he was doing, jumped his six-foot fence, and barged into Rigerman’s back room — only to find the girl pinned beneath Chaos, her head in his mouth and his large declawed paw on her face. Zitnick was standing nearby in shock, Miralles said.
At first, Miralles said, he tried to push Chaos off, but he wouldn’t budge. He then resorted to punching and kicking the cougar, who quickly balled up in a corner, he said.
Miralles then picked up the girl, who was bleeding profusely from her head and thigh, and ran outside to wait for an ambulance.
This guy was an idiot. The girl was dumb for following him. But you know who are complete morons? The commenters who are saying that people shouldn’t have animals like this at home.
How about a person should break into someone’s house? How about not breaking the law? The cat owner followed the rules. The 21 year old man broke and entered and it’s too bad HE wasn’t the one attacked. Instead he stood there while his girlfriend was mauled. Throw the book at him, I say.
It is called personal responsibility, people. See this? See why our culture is on a one-way high-speed trip to oblivion? People who buy too much house aren’t responsible. Banks who loan money to stupid people aren’t responsible. Money men trying to make a quick buck aren’t responsible. Union leaders who push for low productivity expectations coupled with huge benefits and wages aren’t responsible. Automobile executives who have horrible business practices aren’t responsible. Big business isn’t responsible. Parents who let their kids play next to the edges of mountains aren’t responsible.
No one is responsible anymore. And the few who are, are paying for the rest who aren’t. So why be responsible?
Actually, I’m not doing any writing, here, I’m just quoting Rachel Lucas because she is so dang funny and hit on one of my pet peeves at the same time. Here’s what she said:
The best thing about Sunny isn’t her love of pork treats or her aircraft carrier-sized butt, it’s the contortions her mouth goes through in order to receive the pork treats that result in the aircraft carrier-sized butt. Also the fact that she is so conditioned to snarf down anything flying through air towards her face that she will now perform those contortions even for fish oil pills and green beans. She’s on a diet, you know.
Maggie, on the other hand? Well, she is simply filled with murderous rage. Tell me this dog is not going to rip out my jugular some day.
[Picture of humiliated dog, here. Go look. It’s hilarious.]
A friend asked me recently if I ever feel bad about putting pictures like this on my blog, and I asked if she meant do I feel bad because it makes me look like a psycho. She said, no, because it’s humiliating for your dogs.
I pointed out that the dogs don’t know. Because they’re dogs. They don’t exactly get on the internet. Jesus.
Amen, sister Rachel. Actual conversation I had with my overseas sister as I was dog sitting her genius Collie:
Me: Your dog is crapping on our patio.
Sister: Aw, she must be stressed.
Me: I think she is the happiest member of the household.
Sister: She must be stressed, I mean, she is so smart, she knows better. Why would she do that?
Me: Um, because, she’s a dog and dogs shit where they want to?
Even the smartest dog humps things, sniffs other dog’s asses and for some reason, doesn’t innately know when he smells like a compost pile and needs a shower. Dogs are dogs. They ARE NOT PEOPLE.
Okay, it’s late. Maybe I’m getting a little more worked up about this than necessary.
As an aside, I have some rockin’ pictures to send Rachel that are totally post-worthy, but I’m waiting until my sister gets back out of the country because she’d kill me if she saw them. Only one week left…..buwahahaha!