Looks like just another person afflicted with Boulder Dementia Syndrome.
It must be something in the water. Note that a person who was using a drug, the use of which is classified as a felony, and she hits the national media because she killed a cat! ! !
Classic case of Boulder Dementia Syndrome. Boulder is a bubble of Liberalism surrounded by reality. By law, there are no pets in Boulder. Cougar on two legs and four stalk the streets, but there are NO PETS in Boulder.
It is a place so full of Libroids that a local law defines your pet as not a pet - it is an ‘animal companion’.
The girl could receive a longer sentence for the demise of the cat than for the heroin.
PS Just wonderin’ - was it her intent to kill the cat? IF not, assuming the concept of Mens Rea still has any standing in Boulder, that animal cruelty charge may well be successfully challenged.
In the meantime, Casey Anthony goes free for the total neglect of her child. Where is the justice in that?
Yes indeed. I lived in that town for a year in college. Fruits, nuts, freaks, and mutants everywhere. It gives Bezerkely a run for it’s money.
I have had opiates prescribed by veterinarians as painkillers for pet cats that underwent surgery. One time it was a patch placed on a shaved area of the cat’s head, and another time it was an oral solution. Never came with a warning to watch for life threatening side effects. Maybe the ditz wanted her furry friend to go with her on the “trip.” But I’m surprised it was that easy to kill it by merely “blowing” vapor in its face. Does this sound plausible (vvd) or might she have done something else to the cat too?
“...was it her intent to kill the cat?”
That seems unlikely, doesn’t it? I mean, I’m surprised that would kill a cat, a least a full grown cat.
I once had a little kitten get pretty drunk on egg nog (accidently), and it was alright after it slept it off. And the poor little thing ran into the wall a couple of times. It was really amusing in a sad/embarrasing/guilty sort of way.
And my mother-in-law, who was a RN and really did know better once gave 2, count ‘em 2, phenobarbitals to her cat. These were pills left behind by her husband who ultimately died of his brain illness, for which he’d had multiple surgeries. Dad-in-law was 6’6”, had to weigh 275, and took 1/2 of 1 pill a day. M-I-L gives 10 pound kitty 2 (!), because she was having her rugs shampooed.
She called our house and told my hubby, I think I killed my cat. Oooh boy, that was a great conversation.
Well, the cat was fine after snoozing through it’s medically induced 3 day coma.
And, finally, I had a cat who hid in a closet for 3 solid days.
I myself would find it hard to convict this woman just because she had the bad luck to find a cat on it’s 9th life.