Gut Rumbles

January 12, 2007

I'll have mine rare

Originally published August 27, 2003

I've made no secret of how much I hate cats. I really wouldn't having a problem shooting one. In fact, I HAVE, with a pellet rifle, but I pumped it up only enough to make the cat do a back-flip and stop shitting in my garden.

I would NEVER do this to a cat. Bejus! That's just over the top.

I have a confession to make. I am not as mean as I sound sometimes. I shoot snakes, chop their heads off with golf clubs and kill squirrels all the time. I'll trap, shoot or stomp a rat. Insects I don't like die in my presence. I've shot three rabid racoons and killed a possum once because the bastard was ACTING like a rabid racoon. I've executed more yard-trashing armadillos than I can recall.

But I cannot find the kind of cruelty in my heart that is necessary to seriously torture fuzzy animals for no good reason. If I'm going to kill one, I'll make it quick.

Cat-lovers may have a difficult time with that post. I HATE CATS and I didn't like it.


I was always able to appreciate A-man's hatred of cats. I never liked them myself.

But I got a new girlfriend that moved in with me about 8 months ago and she brought with her a cat. The silly thing is 20 years old and acts like a 2 month old kitten. For whatever reason he thinks I am God himself and he follows me around the house like a puppy dog.

I'm sorry, but I've changed my mind about cats.

Posted by: marcl on January 14, 2007 11:06 AM
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