“Survival of the fittest,” Thatcher consoled. “Nature red in tooth and claw.” “I’m sure you know you are quoting Tennyson, a sentimental poet. There is nothing of nature in these felines. They’re kept by cosseting human masters, pampered to perfect health and then turned loose on the neighborhood to terrorize poor wildlings who worked so hard to make a nest and brood their young.” Her dark eyes drilled into Thatcher, who contained no adequate response. “And then they go home at night to lap up their milk and sleep in soft cushions. It isn’t a fair fight.”
A funny response by scientist Mary Treat on the value of domesticated cats. Here, in this little story, indicating that they are considered an invasive species damaging to the environment because indigenous species cannot compete with them as they wreak havoc on native wildlife.
