Some people don’t like animals in the house. I pity such shallow minds. That type of person must be completely devoid of one of the most basic of common denominators which define human decency. I would call house pet bashers “petty”, but the term might be confusing, since it seems that petting is the last thing on such folks’ minds when an animal trespasses into their personal space.
To see their pupils dilate, to observe their cheek twitch, to watch them writhe and fidget, to hear them whine, you would think someone was trying to hand them a religious pamphlet or a Ron Paul flyer. I tell you, it’s not normal to stifle one’s primordial petting urge. But when someone so perverts their instincts to the point that a kitten or a puppy actually invokes a reaction of disgust, I consider that to be a clear sign of pathological mental illness.
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