I'm an ignorant, insufferable sob when it comes to cats. House or feral, they eat my snared rabbits and kill annually birds by the billions, No. 1 on Audobon's hit list. At table when my six children were young, I commented the only good cats were sailcats, hit and flattened on the road, swung by their tails, sailed into the bushes. I said it mostly for my wife, who had 13 counting house and barn, and the singular cry from the kids was "Oh, Daaad."
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