I found a kitten—his name is Ghandi
I found a kitten outside my house this morning. His name is Ghandi because he was on a hunger strike (he didn't want to drink the milk I bought for him). Quite an advocate of civil disobedience, this cat.
This is actually the second time for me to find a homeless kitten (see http://bit.ly/lvyPTC). He passed away after only a few days of being with me (he was much younger than Ghandi though). I can't help but feel responsible, you know? And now I can't really decide what the moral action is—do I continue trying to nurse him or do I set him free? Sartre referred to this as "anguish" or the fear of the unpredictable consequences of our free will.
I mean, I don't have the right to hold him in captivity. There's a reason why his parents left him to fend for himself just as tigers do to their young—to learn the basics of survival. He did end up finishing the milk when I got back this afternoon. But then is this domestication really what's good for him?
I would love to have a pet. I think this stems from not ever having pets when I was younger. We had several guard dogs but not really the type I can play with or whatever. But now I am faced with a moral dilemma and I feel as if I am playing God with the life of this fragile creature. I will most likely set him free. I'm sure the milk gives him a good start at learning to survive (stronger bones and all). I don't know. Morality is such a double-edged sword and I am appalled by it.
It's a shame since I have so many plans for him. I wanted to make him a website and blog about all the things he does and the progress of his growth. I mean, I have written about the success of LOL cats before. Would have been fun but I don't even know if I have the time to take care of him. I have to set him free.