There have been cat beheadings in Manchester. The Manchester Evening News reports on a bin bag containing the severed heads of cats. The bag was dumped in the street near to a place referred to as “Curry Mile”. This is an area in South Manchester where there is a very large concentration of curry-type restaurants and takeaways. There are at least 70 of these food establishments. These places specialize in South Asian and Middle Eastern cuisine.
We are told the black bag which was dumped illegally in the street contained the severed heads of cats. That statement indicates that only the heads were in the bag.
To me, this strongly indicates that one of the restaurants is killing stray cats for human consumption. If that is a cynical assessment so be it.
But what if stray cats were feeding off the waste food at the back of these restaurants? That is very plausible. It is equally plausible that one of the employees of one of these restaurants or takeaways killed the cats and removed the head from the body. The body parts were used for cat meat meals while the heads where disposed of.
Let’s not forget that in certain parts of Asia they eat cat meat so their relationship with the stray cat is different to ours.
The RSPCA is involved in trying to figure out what happened. Well I reckon I have solved this disgusting and grizzly case!
All they have to do is go down the Curry Mile and look for Vietnamese or Chinese restaurants. They then get a warrant to enter the restaurant to carry out a search.
I’d be pretty sure that they will find cat carcasses and if they interview people – staff and/or customers – they may well discover that one or more of these restaurants has cat meat on the menu.
Some Asians believe cat meat is good for health such as arthritis. For me, it is completely bonkers but that is what they believe.
The heavy immigration into Britain, which is the biggest single political issue for the British people, has resulted in the mass importation of overseas-style crimes. I allege that this is yet one more example.
‘This is stupefying.’ [Mark Twain]
Can’t find a thing on the Internet. Fact remains, three-four years ago there was a headline in the Seattle Times claiming that anthropologists had discovered a small community of Neanderthals on a remote island somewhere in the New Guinean archipelago, if I rightly recall. Did they take blood samples to examine the DNA? The article didn’t delve into that. But what they saw was the PHENOTYPE.
While this is tangential, the animal rights proponent, Prof. Peter Singer, in his book Life and Death (underlined), pp.179-180, writes that two separate species of primates in Malaysia and Indonesia have interbred, though one has 44 chromosomes and the other 50. Chimps have 48 and humans 46, which he believes doesn’t rule out the possibility they could hybridize. If that were so, though, surely it would have occurred before now. The Empress Theodora, I think, according to Suetonius (some ancient scandalmonger or other – I read this years and years ago)—-but can’t delve into this on a family website. Suffice to say, in modern times a famous rock star who passed on ca. 40 years ago favored a brand of entertainment that might have produced fascinating offspring.
To wander even further afield from headless cats, scientists have taught several captive chimps to read words printed on cards, to understand up to a thousand spoken words or so, and to even speak a few, though their vocal apparatus differs from ours. But one or more of them learned to say ‘Uh..maah-maah’ in addressing their human mother, and were overjoyed by their achievement. One of these chimps was later released into the wild and, because she was friendly and trusting, was shot by a poacher. Of course. What else?
Can’t cite any attributions here, least of all for the Seattle Times headline. But I’m not into pot or peyote, am not seeing things & hearing voices (that’ll be next week), and didn’t imagine reading this.
Howdy, Ruthie –
1. If anything on the Net is reliable (admittedly, a stretch), the nearest potentially livable planet is only thirteen light-years away.
2. A few months ago the newspapers announced that we still have Neanderthals in our midst – think they said there was a small community of them on one of the islands somewhere north of Australia.
Actually, we have one down here on the highway to the ocean. You see him sometimes shambling down this dirt driveway. The guy has a supraorbital torus, a horizontal forehead, dragging knuckles – the whole nine miles, and is always wearing this red & black plaid lumber shirt. Actually, he’s not half bad, unless you prefer a Fred Astaire body build, tails & spats.
Nor is his DNA rare. The geneticists are saying everyone’s part Neanderthal.
3. Not to lament! Turns out there IS an answer to one thing! A cardiologist on the radio last night said the hardest thing we’ll ever do is dying. ‘The suffering,’ he said, ‘is . . . horrible.’
How to postpone the day? A flash bulletin from SatEvePost has announced that Kaiser Permanente’s eight-year study of 84,170 men, ages 45 to 69, with no prior history of heart disease who sit five or more hours a day had a 34 percent higher incidence of heart failure than those who sit only two hours. The key, according to the study, is not ‘exercise,’ such as pumping iron: it’s LEG MOVEMENT. Which is why there are now treadmill computers and pedal flush toilets.
They are in our midst in their millions 😉 but they don’t look like Neanderthals. It is all in their Neanderthal brain.
I don’t think the actual act of dying is hard. The way we die can be hard. It is pot luck if we die nicely or in an ugly way.
LOL!
Sylvia, You’re right. Fred Astaire really wasn’t much to look at.
And, dying isn’t pretty most of the time; and it’s very hard to deal with. To watch suffering will break you into a million pieces.
Even euthanizing a beloved pet is horrible, watching them struggle for breath and their pupils dilating makes you always wonder if you have the right to just snuff out a life at will.
Late in her life my mother often availed herself of ‘Meals on Wheels,’ a service in this country that, if unknown to the Brits, delivered luncheons and dinners to seniors.
The title of this post gave the rock-solid impression it was about a delivery service that brought to the door of elderly parents, too far gone to prepare it themselves, gourmet meals for their treasured fur-kids: chicken a la King, shrimp scampi, lamb cutlets.
Egads. What a comedown.
Surely England is steeped in the spirit of Johnson & Boswell, Henry Fielding, Austen & Dickens? Minarets and Chinese take-outs would startle a tourist with these preconceptions.
At the same time, is the xenophobic wrath of the Dutch a humane alternative?
To reword this: is there an answer to anything?
I don’t think there is any answer to anything any more, the world has gone to pot. There is no peace. Respect and values have disappeared, we are heading back to the Neanderthal age judging by the language of grunts and the appearance of many young people here, trousers hanging to knees.
Yes we do have meals on wheels here for the housebound but government cuts are affecting all the care of needy people.
One day the rich will go and live on another planet leaving the poor to perish here, that’s if humans haven’t wiped ourselves out by then.
I understand your despair at the country. I am sure you are not alone in your thoughts. It has gone wrong. In terms of quality of life things seem to be getting worse. I hanker after the old days, the simpler days before Facebook and even before color TV. At least the kids were taught manners and respect then or most of them were.