A textbook example of an ethical quandary. A friend of a friend recently relocated a dog whom she believed would be better off elsewhere, but, apparently, felt very guilty doing as such.
I wouldn't worry too much about her getting into trouble; I don't think the lady would. But it sounds, from the apartment, like this woman needs some serious help, probably mental (not being funny).
The question is who are we more concerned with, the woman or her cats?
Personally, I would worry more for the cats, because a wrong move could have them ending up in a shelter and possibly being euthanized.
I would be very hesitant to do anything because if something went wrong they could all end up worse off.
I think the cats are probably well loved, which isn't a bad thing. Would they be better off in a cage or dead?
Do you have someone to adopt them?
It ain't gonna be me!
But if you were able to secure a place for them in advance and then get this woman the treatment she needs, then I would say interefere away.
But that's a lot of work and responsibility and would require the cooperation of this obviously disturbed woman - not bloody likely!
Yeah, something tells me that getting involved would have far worse ramifications than just leaving the woman be. I would have been more compelled to act had the cats been in anything less than good shape. It's hard to watch passively, but that's all that can be done, I guess. My friend said she's never heard the woman screaming or having delusions, so she must just be a chronic depressive, and things like hygiene seem overwhelming to her. But I ain't no sigh-call-oh-jist.
What's that about nazis?
Is it something I said a long time ago?
I never said the nazis invented psychology!!!
I'm laughing as I write this cos it's so funny!!!
It sounds like something Brian or Bruce would say!
everybodys talking about an ethical dillemma but i dont see a question.
i'm literal like that.
dude, i wont even get involved with fixing my fucked up brothers life. too much work. say a prayer if you do that sort of thing. thank your lucky stars if you do that sort of thing.
be glad you never have to go back in there again
oh and the jewelery you scavenger....
mostly i wanna keep it cause it was hers, but there may be a ring available
Hello!! Would you belive that was looking back at some old journal entries and I just now saw the comment you left for me on MAy 10? Anyway, nice to meet you too.
People suck up to me for a simple reason: pity. Ah, well, this is a case of the end justifying the means.
While I deeply appreciated HolaGatita's poetic words, I would doubt that there is much semblance to reality therein. Besides, they were Liz Phair's words, anyway.
Yes, yes, balancing a drug addiction with a fondness for firearms requires enormous physical and mental energies. It's no wonder that you have the hands of a cadaver!
In the interest of full disclosure, my hands aren't all that they could be at the moment, either. They're rather slimy (for a variety of reasons) and I don't believe that washing them does anyone any good.
