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Killing the Kittens


Dad was in the beginning stages of house building on our town lot. He was self motivated, and pretty capable at wearing different hats. He planned to do most of the work himself. Thus far the footings had been shovelled out which created large trenches around the perimeter of the plan. The dirt was piled high on the inside and the outside of these trenches. This made for a secretive tunnel-like area.

David (name changed) was a boy who lived in the area. He came around occasionally. One time he took me in his confidences. If I went with him, he said, he had something exciting to show me. I followed him into that damp and hidden dirt trench. Around a couple of corners where there was no chance of being observed, he had several newborn baby kittens. Their eyes were tightly shut, since it takes awhile after birth for them to open. They were so teeny and had the cutest little “meeuuus”. They were sightlessly crawling over and around each other. I had never seen anything so sweet and

I wondered why he had them, where he’d got them from, how old they were, and where was the mommy cat, etc. I had a hundred questions. Donny explained to me that nobody cared that he had them and he assured me that nobody wanted them. He dug around for a bit in the dirt until he found a good-sized rock. He removed one of the kittens from the cozy heap of delicate little bodies, and placed it aside. Then he took the rock and SMASHED it on the head!!….! He picked up another and another, smashing their poor little skulls. Their brains and eyes…it was horrible. I could only stare in shock. I felt a great swelling sickness overcome me. I couldn’t stand it anymore and left swiftly without another word. There were no words to say.

I’ve worried about that boy. Maybe my suspicions are too morbid and are just the fruits of nightmares, but I often think that he might still be out “there” killing kittens or…something. I’m often nagged with deep questions about this. It was a long time ago. He was just a young boy. Boys can seem gruesome to young girls. They pick up garder snakes and keep toads in their (uuhh) pockets and squish hairy caterpillars. I have no psychiatric definition for this- I just feel that something was wrong with the way he did that brutal deed. 


‘Yellow Woolly Bear Caterpillar”


I know in my heart and soul that all creatures are known to God, no matter how tiny the insect. I know that he cares about them and so should we. That being said, I’ve trodden upon a great number of spiders and flies to keep my cabin clean, but I still respect them and make sure they don’t feel any undo pain. I have wacked the necks off of chickens and shot rogue bears, but I don’t enjoy it and I only do it for food or defense. It helps me to know that the kittens would have died very quickly, and being blind, didn’t know what was coming.

Maybe I’m just trying to find excuses for my behavior, but  I don’t think I feel psychotic… 



Butchering the rooster.

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11 Responses to “Killing the Kittens”

  1. MichaelB says:

    Wow… Is this a blog post or the beginnings of Serial Killer novel? Maybe the title should be “The makings of a Serial Killer!”

  2. Naomi says:

    In our society today, 2 very different viewpoints on this are heading on a collision course. Good standing Christians believe that God has given us the right and responsibility to care for this earth and it’s creatures, along with the right and responsibility to use these as we see fit. We will face the consequences of these decisions, good or bad.
    On the other hand, emerging from quite a different source is the belief that mother earth is more of something to be worshiped, that the animals and plants have more of a right to be here than we do.
    There now seems to be shame attached to the activities that we once viewed as necessities of life. Sometimes, we need to kill a chicken, or a bear, or an insect. There are even times we need to kill kittens. Now we need to put fancy words in front of or in place of the word ‘kill’. Like: I had my kitten put under because he had cancer.
    Our society will soon forget what is a right reason or a wrong reason to end the life of another living thing.

  3. Wendy says:

    It is widely claimed the children that injure or kill animals are more likely to have violent behavior as adults. Such cruel acts are regarded as symptomatic of a deep mental disturbance. Research shows that people who commit acts of cruelty to animals don’t stop there – many move onto human beings. Studies show that a fascination with killing animals is a red flag in the background of many rapists and serial killers. Hunting and Fishing does not seem to produce “murderers.” That’s another function of the brain: food gathering. Some children develop empathy disorders. Normal people have empathy towards humans and animals. Children need correction at critical times, and if this boy was not corrected he would have a high chance of becoming violent, abusive and…well, put it this way, it has been said that “one of the most dangerous things that can happen to a child is to kill or torture and animal and get away with it.”

  4. Wendy says:

    I’m sorry that you ever had to endure that. There is one thing worse though, and that’s being guilty of it

  5. Judy says:

    Umm the above comments made by Wendy, was really mine, not sure how this site works but I think it is because Wendy forwarded the blog to me, rather than when I go into in on my own. Then I didn’t realize I had to change out the name!


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