Jacob, I don't agree with you that Iraqis are a kind of rat*. Even if they are, and apparently our DNA is very close to that of mice and rats [not to mention pigs], though of course closest to Bonobo chimps [randy fellas] [they get a capital letter because they are are 'one of us'], you are wrong.
My sister had a cage about 1.5 metres long, half a metre wide - a glass aquarium full of rats. I forget exactly how many, but I think there were about 15 or 20. They seemed as happy as Larry. No tails were bitten. No fighting. They didn't bite her hand [or her daughter's] when they put their hands in and maybe got one out to pet. They used to stack up on each other [the way some gerbils we once had did], snuggly together.
They were clean, well fed and watered. She had them for months or a year or something. I think they were all males. No babies. So they were all one or the other [male/female].
<If you put a group of rats in overcrowded conditions, ugly things happen. The rats kill their young, chew off each other's tails, other civilized-Not behavior. If the Experimenter puts his hand in the cage, he gets bitten. Even if the Experimenter calls himself Liberator, and his Experiment is Operation Irati Freedom, or Operation Palestinian Homeland Behind Walls. This happens, no matter what other conditions prevail, even if you provide adequate food, water, housing. If you don't provide these essentials, then the social breakdown and endemic violence happens even sooner.
When these experiments are carried out, who is acting savagely, the rats, or the experimenter? >
Both of them [my sister and her daughter] are animal lovers. Her daughter works as a volunteer at the SPCA [Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals].
Maybe they should be put in charge of the rats of Iraq. Then, if they succeed there, they could take on the rats of Palestine and Israel. I don't think the rats were religious, so that might have made things easier.
I don't remember why she had so many rats. It was just to do with liking animals, including rats. Maybe she had some male/females and they got away on her so had to separate them all and of course had to look after them instead of feeding them to the cats, drowning them, or starving them to death with sanctions.
Our daughter [age 19] has a single mouse, which I look after now, [she's less fussy than I am about the conditions for animals]. Our cat would like to bite it and probably kill it. But being the WUN, [Winn United Nations], I keep them separate. The guinea pig and cat used to get on fine, sitting snugly together. Same for the cat and bantam hen, though sometimes the cat would charge the hen, which would cluck disapprovingly and the cat would turn off - knowing that attack was not permitted. When in a pleasant frame of mind, they'd wander around the garden and I'd find them sitting together, about a metre apart, in the sun. If an intruding cat came in, the hen would sound the alarm [the hen always being more alert than the dozey cat] and the cat would see the intruder off the premises. One day, the dopey hen flew over to a neighbour's section and their dog, unversed in the WUN rules of harmony, killed it.
We the mice, rats, cats, pigs, hens, dogs, chimps and sheeple,
Mqurice
PS: Just doing a drive-by...really going now...
* I know you didn't really say that, but you did make an analogy as though they should behave the same. Giggle... |
