Found in the LOC: A Cat’s Autobiography

While Found in the LOC is typically a collection of images found in the Library of Congress’ online archives, today’s is but a link and very brief excerpt to/from the 1901 book Pussy Meow: Autobiography of a Cat.

Dictated to author Louise Patteson as a means of encouraging respect for animals, it’s an endearing tale with an enduring message. A brief taste, from the cat’s perspective:

One morning, when my mother had gone away as usual, I saw some children at play on the sidewalk, and I thought how nice it would be to be with them. It was very naughty for me to think of such a thing, because we had been told never to go outside the yard; and as neither Trix nor Nora would go with me, I went alone.

As soon as I reached the sidewalk, a big black dog came across the street and barked at me. I started to run back through the gate, but it had closed, and I hadn’t time to look for a hole to crawl through. So I ran down the sidewalk, trembling with fright.

When I had run a long way, I went into a yard, but the people there didn’t like cats; a boy was sent to chase me through the gate, and I continued my wearisome journey. How I did wish that somebody would take me up, or show me the way home; but nobody seemed to care what became of me. Finally, being so very tired, I crawled in under a fence, and seeing no one around, I lay down in the corner and went to sleep.

I do not know how long I lay there. When I awoke the moon was shining, and I continued my

journey down the sidewalk, hoping to find my yard. But when after a long walk I didn’t find it, not knowing what else to do, I sat down by a tree and began to cry.

Find out what happens to this erudite cat by checking out the full copy over at the LOC.

Save Elephants by Hunting Elephants, Says Trump (Update)

In what may be the most grotesque move in the grotesque Trump administration’s frenzied efforts to undo all things Obama, the White House is lifting the ban on importing African elephant heads, “trophies,” acquired while hunting in Zambia and Zimbabwe.

Former President Obama prohibited the practice in 2014 because African elephants are endangered, thanks in part to hunting expeditions and the ivory trade. But now, under Trump’s tutelage, the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service claims that elephants can only be saved by hunting them, because then locals conserve elephants for more hunting. Or something.

From FWS: “…Sport hunting as part of a sound management program can benefit the conservation of certain species by providing incentives to local communities to conserve the species and by putting much-needed revenue back into conservation.”

How long before we have “Trump International Elephant Farms,” where the complex and intelligent creatures are bred simply for execution?

Update: Due to massive and justified anger over this decision, Trump has decided to hold off on reversing the ban for the moment.