about with it, rolled on its back and purred.
âHow could one, in cold blood, take the life of such an animal?â Killing a monkey was to feel something like murder,â he added. âThink of the feelings of a vet when asked to destroy a happy little dog which jumps up, wags its tail and licks one hand. It is a dreadful business.â
Dr Margaret Young, leading spirit of the Wood Green Animal Shelter in north London, recorded in the first days of war â âa queue nearly half a mile long of people who had to part with their petsâ.
There were plenty more pets locked in houses byfleeing families or simply abandoned in the street. Dr Young appealed for funds to help the âscores of animals left behind and slowly starving to death. We know of cases of cats shooting up womenâs shopping baskets in a vain endeavour to find food. And there are dogs, little more than skeletons, hunting the dustbins, hoping to find some scraps.â
The London Institution for Lost and Starving Cats based in Camden Town reported: âStaff pleaded with owners not to have their animals destroyed but they were adamant. Such people were kindlier perhaps than many others, because staff have continually been called to houses which have been evacuated to rescue some wild, starving cat who has been left behind.â
Abandoned cats would haunt the capital for weeks to come. Our Dumb Friendsâ League alerted newspaper readers in October to the plight of âimprisoned catsâ still shut up in houses, and appealed âto owners who have inadvertently left their cats behind, or to people who know of such cases, to write to the Leagueâ. No names would be mentioned, no prosecutions brought.
The first of many wartime cats-being-turned-into-furcoats rumours took flight. And there were more. A cleaning lady in Hampstead was reported as saying:
You know what theyâre doing with all them cats thatâs vanished? Theyâre using the skins to make British Warms [military reefer coats] and they boil down the fat for margarine. They say thereâs cat in pies.
There were glimpses of kindness amid the carnage and abandonment. The RSPCA swooped to rescue the pets of London County Council schools (which were still on summer holiday). âOver 500 school animals including analligator which was referred to a zoo, were evacuated to the Horsesâ Home of Rest at Boreham Wood and to The Ember Farm, Thames Ditton,â reported the Society. âEvery animal was carefully labelled.â
Less fortunate perhaps were the âexperimental animalsâ at The London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine â âeighty cats, monkeys, rabbits and other animals [which] were duly taken and humanely destroyedâ by Our Dumb Friendsâ League.
The
Veterinary Record
gave advice to practitioners on how to dispel fears of those clamouring for the destruction of their pets: âThe sound of gunfire was very similar to that of thunder, which they knew about anyway,â and âthere are distribution and evacuation schemes like that promoted by the Duchess of Hamilton.â
There was indeed an alternative for the astonishing Duchess had waded in again. The Oskar Schindler of pets had made her dramatic appeal on the BBC on 28 August. Now, as would be written by her lifelong collaborator, Louise Lind-af-Hageby:
Animal Defence House [the Societyâs Mayfair HQ] was filled day by day with ever increasing numbers of dogs and cats and other animals. There were monkeys, parrots and canaries. The door-bell and the telephone rang ceaselessly. A procession of applicants waited for the opening of the offices.
The Duchess opened her own substantial London home, Lynsted in St Edmundâs Terrace, just north of Regentâs Park (Louise Lind-af-Hageby lived next door at No. 8), as a clearing station. Mary Golightly was a volunteer. She recalled the perils of the first week of war when, âwe had to