A cat story for the ages...
I grew up in the country, the real country, between three farms and a hunt club. We talk rural here. One of the farmers was an old coot whose only family was his herd of cats, which he permitted to live around his farm (although he didn't feed them).
When the feline population became too great, as evidenced by the number of cats found in his house, he dug a wide, shallow hole outside the barn, covered it with plastic sheeting and filled it with milk. He waited a few minutes with his shotgun, and when the time was right, both barrels sent dozens of cats to Cat Heaven (many had to be finished off first, of course). He was, strangely enough, not well liked in the community, due to his fondness for strong drink and public cussin'.
We have, at present, a 24-pound neurotic male cat, his litter-mate, an adorable 14-pound female, and a wonderfully loony, totally affectionate 1.5-year-old golden retriever bitch who loves kids, respects the male cat and will chase the female cat.
And BTW, since I didn't get to respond to the slavery question, not all slavery is evil, but the effects on the slave-owning society are generally deleterious over time. And who said the American Civil War was about slavery? It wasn't, except in an economic sense. Then, as now, morality took a back seat to pragmatic sculduggery... |
