Sharron Smith:
For example, if Clonnie's lovely wife grabbed a bat and killed the cat in the throes of great sorrow and outrage over the death of her dove -- temporary insanity might qualify. If on the other hand, she acquires a deep rooted hatred of cats -- expresses that hatred often (Look at that cat --somebody ought to kill that varmint, Clonnie. See if you can get him with the front wheels of the car! The only good cat is a flat cat!) If then, when she walked into my home, saw my four cats, grabbed a poker from the fire place and began flattening them -- I think we would have a hate crime! She may still have been angry about her dove, but her hatred was directed at all cats. Her violent act occurred not because of any act or gesture from my cats -- it occurred simply because they were a cat. While we might question her sanity, she was not insane temporarily, and she was not mentally incompetent. (But . . she has put up with Clonnie all these years . . . so o o o o o . . . maybe a few cards short of a full deck?)
(Dear Mrs. C, please excuse the license I have taken with the anecdote your husband offered about your affinity for birds. An affinity I share and one that restricts my cats to the indoors and our elevated porch where they can watch but not touch.)
Just for the record, I like cats and have been owned by several of them during my lifetime. (I almost said "
love" cats, but this is for the record.) Mrs Yearout also likes cats, and while we are temporarily out of them at the present time, she has been shopping around, looking for a cat with the proper physical characteristics for the Yearout household. (non or light shedder, willing to refrain from jumping up on tables and counters, etc.) Mrs. Yearout likes just about all animals, but she can be tempted to voice threats against them when they revert to their natural tendencies of harvesting birds or leaving presents in our yard (as unthinking and uncaring neighborhood canines so often do).
If the panel could pause with me for a moment and be perfectly honest, I'm sure you all would agree with me that the "man half" of our species generally harbors a deep-seated and unnatural hatred for cats. This hatred is out of all proportion to any actions that cats have taken against men, and is often tied to some action such as a cat taking an innocent nap on the man's car hood -- or some other such inconsequential incident. Many men deveklop (or perhaps "develop") an irrational loathing and hatred of cats, and it often becomes a rite of passage for entrance into the "man" fraternity:
Mans Fraternity Lodge Master: "Okay Joe, we're about ready to accept you. You passed the burping test and failed the sensitivity test, but before we make you a full member, we have one final question for you: How do you feel about cats?"
Joe: "Well, I...."
Lodge master: "Okay, that frosts it! Leave this sacred assembly post haste, Joe, and don't ever come back!
So given that so many men and dogs (is that redundant?) hate cats and rarely pass up an opportunity to persecute and abuse them, shouldn't there be a hate-crime law to protect cats?
PS. Use of the name, "Joe," above was simply artistic license and was not meant to refer to any human or animal, living or dead.