sparks wrote: ↑Mon Dec 11, 2023 6:32 pm
There's an element of cruelty in that bullshit. Mr Dickhead needs to spend some time in his local jail. Being waterboarded.
There's an element of cruelty in that bullshit.
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Pres, nope, don't remember that one. The cat that showed me his swimming power was a stray that was hangin' out here. We didn't like him go. We already had two cats. "Al" as we called him, loved to be between your feet when you went down stairs...especially if you're hands are occupied with something heavy and delicate. He also killed lots of song birds and lizards, like most cats, and enjoyed shitting and or puking where foot traffic is heavy. Like most cats, he was far crueler than i've even imagined. The third time he caused me to trip on steps, we were next to the Cumberland back water. I tossed him in. In anger. Not to kill him; to make him look for a new patsy.
Didn't work, btw. He swam like Mark Spitz, pulled himself up to shore, gave a shake, and came over to bug me. The gesture didn't phase him. I'd say he enjoyed it. After that, i'd toss him in the water every time he bugged me. Always came right back to me.
His demise was touching. One day, a stranger drove down here, looking for his hunting dog. While he was describing the dog, and where he lived, "Al" came over and started to rub against me. I asked him if he wanted a cat...expecting a strong negative. Instead, he was delighted to take Al. Mary and I glanced at each other, amazed at our luck; delighted that Al found a home. This guy must love cats, because then he said "I'll take any cat I can."
Like most fellas around here, he was driving a pick-up truck with a tool box in back. He grabs the cat by the scruff, and unceremoniously tosses him in the toolbox and shut the lid. He was driving away when we deduced that he was eating cats. much as we hated the cat, we felt a bit dirty.
Over the decades here, the eccentric characters are dying off. It's getting very homogeneous here ,almost indistinguishable, at least in town, from the folks in rural Kansas or even N.J. The crazy names are dying off, too. More kids are named after popular movie stars of the moment. Kinda sad.
When i first came here, i met some people that had a dog and pony show. On remote forest land. I mean they ate dogs and ponies. Sustainably, even.
Much as i found it repugnant, it made as much sense as most food plans. The dogs, for instance, were organic. They got along with delicious ponies and the system functioned with minimal disruption. It made me more aware of the arbitrary nature of our so called morality.
Still, i didn't take up that animal husbandry.
(The folks were remarkably healthy. Good meat, i reckon. Never had it.