I live in the sticks, and there's a big fat female raccoon that comes up on the porch every night to eat cat food. She and the cats eat at the same time, and they all seem to get along. Cats are just like, "Meh, there's plenty. Whatever." I call her Rosemary Cooney.
I hunt, I eat meat, I wear leather....but anybody who tortures and kills animals for fun isn't human, they're animals, and should be treated exactly as they treated the other animals they torture and kill.
I live in the sticks, and there's a big fat female raccoon that comes up on the porch every night to eat cat food. She and the cats eat at the same time, and they all seem to get along. Cats are just like, "Meh, there's plenty. Whatever." I call her Rosemary Cooney.
I hunt, I eat meat, I wear leather....but anybody who tortures and kills animals for fun isn't human, they're animals, and should be treated exactly as they treated the other animals they torture and kill.
Living in a city for too long causes one to lose their reverence for life and respect for the land.
Not true, shitty upbringing and kulture does that.