God's Little Creatures

I was watching an add by the ASPCA.  Of course they featured animals that were in real trouble.  I wanted to save them all.  I looked over at my two rescues, Duncan and Jock.  Both were curled up asleep on my leather couch on a blanket I keep there for them.  Both had been bathed and had toe nails cut today.  I marveled at how they had survived and what a lousy early life they must have had, Duncan especially.  He had to spend more years in his misery than did Jock.  I give carrots everyday as treats.  Jock eagerly snatches his and runs off to one of his beds to eat it.  Abby takes hers and heads for the couch.  Duncan will not take his from my hand.  I have to lay it down on the floor.  Then he takes it and eats it there.  Tonight I gave out dental sticks.  Duncan had apparently never had anything like this.  Instead of waiting for me to put it down, he took it from my hand, ran to his favorite bed and proceeded to devour it.  I do not understand how anyone could ever mistreat an animal.  They are defenseless. That goes for children also.  The more I see of mankind, the more I think we are the bottom feeders on this planet.  I don't think we deserved to evolve.