"Two teenagers [ages 15 and 17] who allegedly fed a live cat to two dogs, videotaped the attack and posted it online have been arrested in Kern County [California] on suspicion of cruelty to an animal." - AP, in Sacramento CBS Local. Here is the coverage.
The sound of the suffering from the cat must have been soul-piercing. When I was about five years old, there was a shriek I have not been able to pack away in a box labeled "Bad Seeds" or "Mankind's Dark Side." Three neighborhood boys in Jersey City, New Jersey had started a fire in a bag. Into it, they stuffed a stray cat.
More than half a century later tears come to my eyes. I hope that, as with humans, enough adrenalin flooded the cat's system so that he or she could dissociate from the experience. When I almost died in an apartment fire that's what happened: Thanks to chemistry, I simply wasn't there. Instead I was emotionally off-stage watching.
About a quarter of that half of a century I took part in cat rescue. For instance I purchased a This Old House. There my seven adopted felines bunked. Many other fosters passed through on the their way to permanent homes. However, the sound of that suffering likely will never be silenced.
The good news is that the ring leader of the cat murder, as well as his brother, spent most of the lives in various prisons. Maybe it was kindness, maybe it was that I just couldn't talk about it (and never did until this holiday season), but I never told their mother what had happened. Not then. Not when she was among the residents of our neighborhood who moved from downtown tenements to uptown multi-dweller apartment buildings.
Telling this story didn't, as people insist, heal. At least not yet.