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With the news of the Mothers Day shooting incident in New Orleans today, I embarked on a journey to find any news about something that is still good out there. I guess something inside me still wanted to believe that there is still something good left in humanity. 

Equipped with the key words "good news around the globe", I came across a very good and inspiring news, but not of a heroic act by a human but rather that of a feline. 

Below is the link the story...





Reading this news makes me wonder what is so bad in being called an "Animal"?  The only bad thing I could think of is the injustice we do to animals when liken bad humans to animals. 

Sad to say but I think despite the evolution and the technological advancements that we humans have achieved, we have come to a point where it is more appropriate branding a misbehaving pet as "Human" that a misbehaving human an "Animal".

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