I really like my dogs, and I really like our cats. I'm not real fond of people who talk about hurting any animal just because they dislike them. I really hate people who actually do it.

Oh c'mon now Edgar ,don't include me ...I would never maliciously hurt one ( heiko would ,he really would ) and remember I had two good ones ... "Barn puss" and the "Meemo" well his name was Gizmo but the kids couldn't pronounce it so Meemo it was ....he never clawed me ,pissed on the house or acted like an asshole would actually sit on my back when I weeded the vegetable garden.

Barn puss? well she'd cut you -make you bleed if you weren't family just because ...but she was real cat ,served a valuable purpose bit of a tramp though

We never had a house cat, but we always had horse barn cats. We would milk the cow in a stall and always left a little milk for the cats to help them digest the mice. They seldom showed themselves. When I lived in Italy a friend left his Siamese, Sebastian, with me to watch while he and his girl visited Greece. The little rascal slept under the covers and would bring strays home.

Just to clarify my feline position I just put down a cat my daughter left here when she moved out. He was 24 years old and his sister was 22 when she was was put down. Now if I could only get a dog to live that long.

BTW; those two cats went through five dogs. They are survived by the current lab residents.

Well I guess I'm lucky or unlucky depending on how you how you view the situation. My last Brittany, Star, apparently was a cat in dogs clothing. She was as imperious as a Siamese cat. She was certain she was in charge of everything including me. She hunted for herself and if I shot a bird she would look at me as if to say, "you shot it if you want it you go get it". I have often wondered how I ended up with a cat that looked like a Brittany. In spite of her idiosyncrasy's I do miss her. RIP Star.

I admire cats for their survival skills and their ability to come back 'home' after two years away, bigger and stronger than when they left. The on I am referring to belonged to my in-laws and was never 'cuddly' or anything like that. He had his space and if someone encroached on it he would let them know. He left home when he was six and came back when he was eight. He was just livin' off the land as evidenced by his many battle scars and ripped ears when he returned.

My family had cats when I was growing up and we had cats when my daughters were growing up.... but I could have lived without them, very easily.
I have never hurt a cat but I don't especially like them - and I think they can read my mind because they always keep a respectful distance when I happen to be around them.

My cousin Tim in Ohio who maintains his farm for turkeys and deer - well, that's another story for another time.





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House cats, barn cats are different than a feral cat which kills just for the fun of it. This morning Duke was going crazy at the window. Out in the field was a big black cat. I've never seen him before and went for the Hornet to give him a little sting. He must have figured it out as he was gone when I got back from the basement.

When I'm hunting be it birds or deer a cat is always a target.

It’s posts like this, Rich, that make me think you’re a complete F$*kwaffle

A cat is no different from a groundhog, a turkey, or a fox. By the time you get to the kitchen door with a proper rifle, he is always gone.