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furriers

I don't know how I feel about this. I mean, at first read, it sounds all Cruella De Vil. But then I think "people have been using cattle for their pelts for thousands of years." What makes a farm animal a farm animal and not a pet? What makes an animal exempt from farming?

That's not to say I like the idea of farming cats for their fur. I don't. In fact, it makes me want to go hold both our cats and tell them how much they're loved, and lucky not to be in Europe. But, perhaps using the furs of feral cats and unadopted cats who would otherwise be euthenized... If someone gets good use from something that otherwise would be "disposed of", then maybe that wouldn't be so bad. I mean, if it wasn't such a "for profit" evil thing to do.

Before all you animal rights people get all up in my business about this, I realize humans are the all-consumer in today's society. We use animals daily for food, clothing, shoes, and other things. I realize there are farms with "tortured baby cows" aka veal. I have a deep rooted belief that animals should only be killed if it's euthenasia, if they somehow are invasive or destructive, or serve some use. Hunting is wrong for the sport, but ok for the meat it provides. I could go on and on, but I won't.

Hate me if you like, but I still love all the kitties and puppies. I even grew to like cows, even though I ate quite a few which I raised.

Here I go, opening the floodgates...

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Maybe it's because I come from a country family who tend to hold animals in higher regard than people but I can't imagine using animal fur for any purpose these days. We're not living in a world of New World pioneers. My grandpa and uncles raised cattle (and still do) but I sure as hell couldn't for obvious reasons. Yep, I can eat them. But raise them? I get attached too easily. But cats?? Just last week I nearly freaked while at a friend's house when I found a miniature cat figurine covered with what appeared to be real cat fur. She said it was a gift, an import from Asia.

Yes, I did hug my cats when I went home that day. But I do that everyday. Only this time I had more than one reason.

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