“I’m terrified. What’s happening? Why are they hurting me? No one listens to me. I need the toilet. When can I be alone again? I need to sleep. I feel sick. What’s going to happen next? Where are my kittens? I’m petrified of this table. I don’t want to wake up again.”
This is happening around us in buildings we drive past every day. Behind walls and behind closed doors, experiments on defenceless animals are turning their experience of life on this planet into something worse than anything most of us could imagine1. Helpless babies with their limbs clamped onto metal frames. Monkeys constrained in straight-jackets zipped up to their necks while poisonous chemicals are dripped directly onto their brains. For what? What kind of people could actually screw mechanical devices into the skulls of living cats? What kind of species are we if we feel that the value of our way of life justifies such brutality? What does that say about our way of life? When will it end for the condemned lineages of poor creatures whom we torture and mutilate? At what point will humanity admit that the diseases we suffer are largely brought about by the toxins and pollutants we ourselves introduce to the world? We drive cars with rubber tyres whose microscopic particles are shed into the air we breathe2 and we wonder why we get sick. We drink the milk of a different species – milk intended by nature to fatten the bodies of, for example, baby cows – and we wonder why we put on so much weight3. We hold other species accountable for our senseless addictions to convenience and taste, and we have no sense of responsibility for our greed. I pray that when I die I won't be reborn into the body of a lab animal (or for that matter any other innocent creature afflicted by humanity).
On a happier note, below is a sound that cat lovers will love.