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To: Gauguin who wrote (52170)	6/13/2000 11:42:00 AM
From: Ish	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

So are you going into the trapping business? Cats. They're why I have to shoot the coons instead of trapping them. Can't see trapping the wife's cats night after night. So what are you going to do with the Attacker Cat?

To: Gauguin who wrote (52170)	6/13/2000 12:24:00 PM
From: Ilaine	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 71178

Congratulations. Now that you've caught him, what are you going to do with him? <edit> I see, you're having him neutered, and then releasing him back into your neighborhood? I think it's too late to change his personality, he's still going to bite your cats. If you don't neuter them while they are young, the testosterone affects their brain. This probably says a lot about men, but I won't go there.

To: Gauguin who wrote (52170)	6/13/2000 12:41:00 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

We still have a trap in our garage, not set. SlyShy disappeared before I could catch him. I didn't try very hard. I didn't think I could deal with him if I did. Dogs are more of a problem around here. Everyone owns them and they are good owners, except dogs are smart, sneaky critters who, as soon as their owners head off to work, crawl under or leap over their fence, or maybe they unlatch and walk out on their hindlegs carrying their briefcases. They carpool. I swear, they stop by every house, picking up their friends, and then they trot down the street, a gang of them. They're not vicious, except towards cats. Then they return home at the end of the day, before their owners, and look as if they had been lying there in the yard all day, lonely and bored. In the evening, they are taken for their walks, and they look at me threateningly as they go by. --If you try to tell on me, I'll deny it all, and then I'll come back and kill your cat.-- I am not a dog lover.