Never take a cat to the pound for disposal. It will fret for 3 days because it can't spray of your barbecue grill and will make extra work for the municipal employee who has to kill it, and for the garbageman at the landfill, etc. Be a good citizen and spend 2 cents to take care of the problem yourself.

NS,

I like the way you think. You see a problem in your community and you take care of it, yopurself. Your not like the whiney, weak kneed, little socialist that want the "Gov't" to that care of all the "problems' in their life.

Hog Killer

Thats great for taking care of cats but now what about the municipal employee, now that we taking care of all our own problems next on the list is getting our money back for services no longer required,any sugestions?

Hello AOWM. On this side we have plenty of liberal gubmints at the state and local levels all fighing on how to spend the citizens' money. They generally prefer to spend it on things such as free benefits of all types to illegal aliens, pissing it away at do-gooder meetings, or paving upscale neighborhood roads again, that kind of thing. Once the cat disposal people are underemployed, we can fuss about it, they will shut down the 3-day cat spa, and use the money to hire the comissioner's nephew. Now this is a small town and me and the nephew drink beer at the local tap house. He tells me all the inside gossip on the paid comissioners, and the struggle continues. Neat! Huh?

In regards to the RULE, I recently received a telegram from the mounts of North Carolina that I will share with you. It is both heart warming and educational.

The cat in the living room…

This happened about 16 years ago. I can remember how long it’s been, because my 14th wedding anniversary is coming up in a week, and shooting that cat in my living room started a chain of events that led to me meeting my wife.

I had a little house I was renting from my buddy Tim’s Mom. At the time, I had a girlfriend living with me. She’d been living there for awhile. She had an old tom cat name Abe. That damn cat used to take a dump in my shower pretty regular. I’d done everything I knew, or could think of, to teach him some manners. But no matter how clean I kept his litter box, or anything else I did, every once in awhile, I’d go to hop in the shower and find a disgusting cat turd in the tub.

Came home from working a double (17 hour) shift one night about 1AM. Girlfriend wasn’t there, but that wasn’t unusual. I swear, I thought my Rottweiler, Angus, was giving me a strange look as soon as I walked in the door. So I did a quick recon of the house, expecting to find he’d torn something up. Didn’t find anything though, so I got undressed in my bedroom and stepped across the hall to take a nice hot shower and get all the work filth off. You know how you REALLY anticipate a shower, after a super long hard day and coming home just bone tired and so rank you can hardly stand yourself? Pulled back the curtain, and there it was, a NASTY, steaming “hot Carlâ€, compliments of Abe.

Turned on my heel, stepped back across the hall to the bedroom, and picked up the first thing I could lay hand to. Which happened to be a loaded 10/22… Old Abe was lounging on my couch out in the front room. As soon as I stepped into the doorway, that sucker must have sensed my mood, because he sprang off the couch towards the front door. He turned and looked at me, and I put a bullet right above his eye. I couldn’t believe it, but he took off on a dead run, right past me and down the hall to the back part of the house. Left one Hell of a blood trail too. Across the living room carpet, into the kitchen, down the hall way linoleum, around the corner, down the steps and all the way to where I found him sitting in the back bedroom. Put another one in his jug to seal the deal.

Got a garbage bag and put him in it, then wandered back to the kitchen. Standing there, with no clothes on, looking at the blood everywhere, holding my girlfriends dead cat in a garbage bag… I started to wonder just how on earth I was going to explain this to her. But as I contemplated how much I wasn’t looking forward to explaining it to her, I got to thinking how much I didn’t like having to explain ANYTHING to her… She didn’t contribute anything, just freeloaded off me and bitched a lot. Hell, I was a lot happier before she moved in…

So, when she got home, I met her at the door and told her to pack her freight, we were done and she couldn’t live there anymore. That went anything but smooth. Turned into quite the saga, actually. She made a serious attempt on my life a couple weeks later. But I did eventually get shut of her, and the subject of her cat never came up. She actually had two cats, and a dog, and she just left them all with me and never asked about any of them. She DID come back and steal MY dog later, but that’s a long, ugly story.

Some girls at work heard about my old girlfriend going psycho and running me over with a car and stealing my dog. So they set me up on a blind date with Cindy. It was true love at first sight for both of us and the rest is history…

- DAA

There may be more on this at www.varminthunters.com or maybe not.

Dan

Pres., TYHC

www.Thanks.NS

Hey Dan, that was a super story. One of the few I have heard with a helpful cat!. Thanks, ned.

I thought that was Rule .303?

I keep shooting the damnable creatures with my enfields... Mebbe I've been aproaching this from the wrong angle...


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