An estimated 750,000 largely healthy pets were deliberately killed by the British during September 1939 which was the month during which Germany invaded Poland and Britain declared war on Germany.
Nearly all of these companion animals were cats and dogs. A reporter at the time stated that there were 7m cats in Britain. One minute you love your cat or dog. The next, shortly after the declaration of war and notification that air-raid shelters would not accept pets, you are drowning your cat in a bag in a canal or following government instructions on how to kill your dog with a bolt gun. This tells us how brutal and panicky life became at the outbreak of the Second World War for Brits.
The government of the time actively promoted this pet massacre. It seems that cat and dog owners were indoctrinated into believing that it would be the humane thing to do to kill your cat or dog under the extreme circumstances of a full-blown war.
One fear was that cats and dogs would panic at the sound of air-raid sirens, run into the street and become contaminated with mustard gas.
When the air-raid sirens first sounded in West Ham, East London, it was the humans who panicked. They raced to the town hall to have their cherished companion animals destroyed. People abandoned their pets. Many wandered into the street to be chased down and killed. Mass slaughter took place in the town hall for five days.
London was bombed in 1940 and that prompted more cat and dog abandonments. London streets blitzed by bombs were homes from abandoned domestic cats. Feral cat and dog colonies developed. One was on Clapham Common, South London.
Local authorities organised various means of mass slaughter of stray companion animals such as cyanide, electric shocks and chloroform. It was Pet Armageddon in London Town.
Some people had their own shelters and some dogs behaved perfectly well under the circumstances. The same for cats. Some people would stay in their homes with their companion animal and survived. I expect that the most pressing dangers from bombing was in the major cities, London being the prime target.
I am sure some people simply moved to the country with their cat or dog. One gentleman stayed at home with the cats and dogs while his wife and children went to the shelter during air raids. He said he would be worried about his animals if he left them at home.
As the war progressed it appears that some sanity returned and various means were devised to save the lives of pets but food rationing resulted in the Ministry Of Food suggesting that the dog population should be reduced.
Anti-cat and anti-dog campaigns were started by government. They were eating too much and some of it was fit for human consumption. They were the enemy of survival.
It was a startlingly tough time for everyone but the cat and dog were extremely vulnerable. It was a time of life and death for all and for more than three-quarters of a million companion animals the first days of the war meant death.
Source: Bonzo’s War: Bonzo’s War: Animals Under Fire 1939-1945
via the Daily Mail.
Nor me – gosh this is a total nightmare I knew nothing about. I’d be in a total panic. It would mean basically locking them inside until finding a way of smuggling them out and with a place to go in the countryside until the war was over. I hope I don’t ever dream about this. Nobody could ever convince me to kill a healthy animal if there was a 1% chance it could continue living dying from mustard gas or bombs.
I am the same. Or I hope that under the pressure of war I would be the same. If a real old fashioned war started nowadays, I know I would never go anywhere without my cat, Charlie. I just could not leave him never mind kill him. I’d rather die first or die with him. That sounds melodramatic but it is true.
I understand the desperation at that time. But, as Ruth AKA says, nothing would make me part with my cats. I don’t know what a bolt gun is but, if people were being trained to use it to kill their animals, I think they should have turned it on on the officials instead.
This is one situation where I believe I could turn violent.
To genuine cat lovers/caretakers, their cat is part of the family and like our late mother Barbara nor I would ever part with our cats under any circumstances.
There we are. Your mother made a decision to keep her cat and it worked out. Once again, it makes me think that a genuine cat caretaker and cat lover will be likely to find a way to keep his/her cat and not follow the crowd nor listen to government making pronouncements.
It is the same attitude today with respect to responsible cat caretaking. Some care and some don’t so much.
Our late mother was 21 years old in 1939 and living in a small village in Essex and she once told us about the many people panicking and queuing up to have their pets PTS. She was a great cat lover and it upset her very much and she never forgot the horror of it all her life.
Her own pet cat Mrs Moss stayed with her and her dad and took her chance with them and they all survived the war.