“What’s happening? Why are they hurting me? No one listens to me. I need the toilet. I feel sick. When can I be alone again? I need sleep. Where are my kittens? I’m petrified. I don’t want to wake up again.”
This nightmare is happening in our own towns and cities. Behind walls and behind closed doors, disgusting experiments on defenceless animals are turning their experience of life into something worse than anything most of us could imagine . Helpless babies with their limbs clamped onto metal frames. Monkeys constrained in straight-jackets while poisonous chemicals are dripped directly onto their brains.
For what? What kind of species are we if we feel that the value of our way of life justifies such brutality? What kind of people could actually screw mechanical devices into the skulls of living cats? When will it end for the condemned lineages of poor creatures whom we torture and mutilate?
At what point will humanity admit that the diseases we suffer are largely brought about by the toxins and pollutants we ourselves introduce into the world? We drive cars with rubber tyres whose microscopic particles are shed into the air we breathe  and we wonder why we get sick. We drink the milk of a different species – a liquid intended by nature to fatten the bodies of baby cows – and we wonder why we put on excess weight .
We hold animals accountable for our needless addictions to convenience and taste, revealing that we have no sense of responsibility for our greed. I hope that when I die I won't be reborn into the body of a lab animal, or for that matter any other innocent creature afflicted by humanity.