It goes even further. I won't take a chance something's going to happen to my wife, me or my cats. So yes, my cats' lives are worth more to me than the life of a fucking burglar.
And then it goes even further. I hate one of the cats. We have her because we promised my dying mother-in-law we'd take care of it. She's senile (the cat, not the mother-in-law), meows loudly most of the time and often makes our lives miserable. So the cat I dislike is worth more to me than the life of a fucking burglar.
To be honest, I 'm okay if some view me as a bad person.
Russell, Missy and Ti-Coune ˃ any burglar