When Did We Become Such…

One of my weaknesses is silly cat pictures and videos.  Alas, I’m allergic to the critters, but I still enjoy watching them.  I visit the Lolcats section of I Can Has Cheezburger frequently: like most sites, it seems an echo chamber, in which every item posted gets overwhelmingly favorable reviews.

And then I came across this:

The production values aren’t so hot, but it’s charming.  I was tickled.  And then I saw:

Thumbs down = 951; thumbs up = 549

How could this be?

Most of the negative comments were in the vein, ‘how dare these people let the cat loose in their car.’  But the circumstances are clearly benign: the cat is embroiled in what (to him) is a new adventure, the car is going very slowly, and the environment in the car is clearly very calm.  It’s something that I would have had no problem with when I had a car, if I weren’t allergic to cats.  (If I were on the highway, in a tearing hurry, probably not.  But on a lazy Saturday afternoon, with my wife and kid in the car, why not?)

I was surprised by the vehemence of some of the comments.  Some comments on this video on other Web sites wished ill on the human family in the car for maltreating the cat and creating a road hazard.  Clearly they don’t deserve to live.

I wonder what motivates these complainers.  Is it a genuine concern for animal welfare?

Or are they just jealous that the Russians in the video aren’t afraid of their own shadows, as we seem to have become?

One thought on “When Did We Become Such…”

  1. I think that the larger issue is needing to vent about the indignities of our lives. We can’t complain about the real problems, so we complain about what we can.

    I am quite fond of grey tabbies, and had one some years ago. I used to tease her with a laser pointer, taking care not to shine it in her eyes. She would chase the point of light on the floor. Through the age of 10 or so, she would bring paper wads to me when she wanted to play. It was not a pleasant thing to be awakened from a nap by a piece of wet paper, but that’s the price that you pay for keeping a cat.

    I let my cats, past and present, ride unrestrained in the car. Ripley sleeps in a basket that is placed where a front-seat passenger would place their feet, and it does wedge into the spot fairly securely, but Ripley can get out of the basket if she wishes. It’s that or listen to her howl for hours. The trade-off is about ten meows for the first ten minutes or so, and then she goes to sleep, or having a cat be awake and stressed out for the entire day.

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