My junior cat, Adelaide, loves to be outdoors. I have to restrict her explorations to those times when my next door neighbor is not at home - for I have observed this neighbor being quite, let’s say “unkind”, to Adelaide.
Said neighbor went out a wee while ago. So I allowed Adelaide to go outside.
In truth Adelaide made the decision. She kept coming up to me, mewing, and then leading me to the back door. I am easily persuadable when the coast is clear.
Adelaide bounded out. I watched her as she raced around, leaped up a tree, leaped back down, and raced some more.
“Sheer joy?” Maybe.
More importantly Adelaide was fulfilling her evolutionary destiny. That destiny is to be a hunter.
My dear cat was chasing, catching, and sometimes killing some of the many little lizards which abound here.
I wept not for the lizards.
Evolution is morally neutral.
And without the feline Adelaides of this world we could be overwhelmed with lizards!