Well, I'm just a big baby. I like critters, unless they're trying to suck my blood, bite off a piece of me, spray some foul-smelling stuff in my face, drop some unexpected nastiness on me from above, eat the other critters in my yard, eat up all the gardening I've diligently planted and patiently waited to bloom or fruit out, make homes for themselves in my home, are squirrely, or are spiders.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that oh, how I love all of God's creatures (well, maybe not cats either), but it says somewhars that God put the fear of man into them, and they had best keep their distance if they know what's good fer 'em (unless they decide to be my slave pet and do as I tell 'em). I still eat a few of them from time to time (well, mostly chicken and fish, since America's beef went and got all nasty on me), but I think it might be possible to eat them in a non-cruel way, as long as we don't go dressing them up in people clothes first.
My neighbour was deathly afraid of possum and snakes for some strange reason, and went and asked me to kill one of each for her, which I did. It was very traumatizing, I don't see how farmers do it with such ease (not that farmers regularly dispose of possum and snakes). I've come to the very contradictory conclusion to both spray for bugs to kill them dead, dead, dead (have you ever watched one after you spray it? It doesn't look like the calmest of deaths), as well as carefully capture a bug or critter wandering through my home and gently release it back into the wild. Oddly perhaps, I joyfully find both practices very relieving and uplifting. I am, after all, a ruler of the animal kingdom, and it's rare that others grant me such regal consideration.