.. or “denormalising pets”
I’m obliged to SteveShark for pointing out this piece in the New Scientist (Ha!).
How green is your pet?
SHOULD owning a great dane make you as much of an eco-outcast as an SUV driver? Yes it should, say Robert and Brenda Vale, two architects who specialise in sustainable living at Victoria University of Wellington in New Zealand. In their new book, Time to Eat the Dog: The real guide to sustainable living, they compare the ecological footprints of a menagerie of popular pets with those of various other lifestyle choices – and the critters do not fare well.
:sigh: orly?
As well as guzzling resources, cats and dogs devastate wildlife populations, spread disease and add to pollution. It is time to take eco-stock of our pets.
Nature is red in tooth and claw, not green, fuckwits. Now to compare apples to quasars.
An SUV – the Vales used a 4.6-litre Toyota Land Cruiser in their comparison – driven a modest 10,000 kilometres a year, uses 55.1 gigajoules, which includes the energy required both to fuel and to build it. One hectare of land can produce approximately 135 gigajoules of energy per year, so the Land Cruiser’s eco-footprint is about 0.41 hectares – less than half that of a medium-sized dog.
But why stop there, with this valid, insightful and oh.. completely fucking barmy analysis.
Doing similar calculations for a variety of pets and their foods, the Vales found that cats have an eco-footprint of about 0.15 hectares (slightly less than a Volkswagen Golf), hamsters come in at 0.014 hectares apiece (buy two, and you might as well have bought a plasma TV) and canaries half that. Even a goldfish requires 0.00034 hectares (3.4 square metres) of land to sustain it, giving it an ecological fin-print equal to two cellphones.
But what kind of muongs are going to take this shit seriously?
Ah…
This kind of analysis appeals to David Mackay, a physicist at the University of Cambridge and the UK government’s new energy adviser.
Fuck it. Calculate the carbon footprint of traffic wardens I feed to my pteradon, motherfucker.
He believes we should put as much thought into choosing a pet as we do into buying a car.
Actually, I always have done. I don’t care what colour my car is. But do you think I want a blue, green or silver cat? (actually a silver cat would be kinda cool).
"If a lifestyle choice uses more than 1 per cent of your energy footprint, then it is worthwhile reflecting on that choice and seeing what you can do about it," he says.
Okay then. Here’s what I can do. I can look at my bank account and decide “Yup, I pay for what I use. I can afford to use more if I fucking want to, you self-righteous cunts.”
"Pets definitely deserve attention: by my estimates, the energy footprint of a cat is about 2 per cent of the average British person’s energy footprint – and it’s bigger for most dogs."
So let me get this right. You’ve opened the door for sneery cunts to judge me for having cats. Well, fuck you very very much, David Mackay.
Back to the tooth and claw thing though.
Then there are the other environmental impacts of pets. Every year, for example, the UK’s 7.7 million cats kill over 188 million wild animals (Mammal Review, vol 33, p 174). That works out at about 25 birds, mammals and frogs per cat. Similar figures have emerged from surveys in the US and Australia.
Oh noes!! Perhaps we should regulate wildlife. You know, all squirrels have to carry an ID card. Cats will have a ration card for mice. Dogs will only be permitted to chase hybrid cars.
There is also a knock-on effect because cats feasting on wildlife can leave wild predators such as hawks and weasels short of food.
I think not. The local raptors and corvids love to mop up the remains of what my cats kill, be it rabbits, mice, rats, or other birds. I also put all waste meat out in the garden for them. I also spend circa £25 PCM on peanuts, for everything from squirrels, to deer, to peacocks, finches and woodpeckers.
Back to talking shit:
Cat excrement is particularly toxic. In 2002, it emerged that sea otters along the Californian coast are dying from a brain disease caused by Toxoplasma gondii. The parasite, which is found in cat faeces, ends up in rivers and estuaries thanks to cat owners who flush their cat litter down the toilet or allow their cats to defecate outside. Dolphins and whales are also affected (newscientist.com/article/dn14037).
So what’s the answer? (As if I give a tin shit)
So what is an eco-friendly animal lover to do? If you already have a pet, then changing its diet can help. Meat is the key, since its production is so energy-intensive.
Uh-oh.. here we go.
As well as quantity, think about quality. "If pussy is scoffing ‘Fancy Feast’ – or some other food made from choice cuts of meat – then the relative impact is likely to be high," says Robert Vale. "If, on the other hand, the cat is fed on fish heads and other leftovers from the fishmonger, the impact will be lower."
Uh.. right. Fish-heads.
Cat owners could consider keeping Tiddles indoors. "Cats are nocturnal, so the single most important thing people can do to reduce predation is to keep cats in at night," says Michael Woods of the Mammal Society in Southampton, UK.
See, here’s the thing. That’s deliberately and obviously cruel and unnatural. So it contravenes the legal obligation to care properly for one’s pet. You cunts.
And if you are thinking of acquiring a pet? "Shared pets are the best – the theatre cat or the temple dogs," says Robert Vale. But if you must own your own,
Exfuckingscuse me. If I “must own my own”? Hang on a motherfucking moment, you swallowers of goat semen. How fucking dare you.
Think about getting an animal that serves a dual purpose. He recommends hens, which partly compensate for their eco-footprint by providing eggs.
Yeah, because there’s nothing more comforting for an elderly person living on their own than a chicken curled up at the bottom of the bed.
And if you really want to gouge your own eyes out, read their editorial. Cute, fluffy and horribly greedy
Cunts.
AJ
UPDATE: In this reductio ad absurdum world, it should come as no surprise that Dunkeegin’s earlier spoof is an alarmingly accurate parallel.