(read Clowder Chapter 2 first before reading this entry, click the cover on the left to do so)
A cat’s perspective. That’s all there is to
it. Yes, everything you’ve read on this issue is true, we hunted cats as kids.
And it really felt like we were hunters in a city where there were more
buildings than trees. As kids we just did things, we seldom really thought
about the consequences and just go with the flow of things we wanted to do as children. Our
primal instincts naturally kick in and we forget all the preaching grown-ups
taught us. We didn’t behave, we were noisy and we broke a lot of rules growing
up, basically I was the “Problem Child” of our neighborhood, burning water
meters, ringing neighbor doorbells and setting up pranks. But killing cats
stuck with me like the stench of death.
I
grew up never really forgetting all those innocent cats my group and I killed
back then. I’m against killing, but I eat meat and at the same time I have a
concept of preserving life as well. I mean, I’d kill for survival, for food.
But back then I killed for fun. I liked killing as a child, and that’s not
normal to say. To say the least, I eventually changed while I was growing up,
it wasn’t easy to tame yourself not to kill. I still have this darkness in me
which is safely tucked away, controlled and calm. Haha! No not really, I’m just
saying that to make you feel better! Just kidding hehe. Anyway these are
thoughts of mine can be surprising to hear or read, and I don’t want you to
stop reading. This summary at the end of each chapter explains a lot about
what’s really happening behind the comic book. It can help you to understand my
point of view of why I killed cats and how innocence isn’t always something
sweet.