Ooooo!  I just noticed typing the title in there: it’s Friday the 13th!  LOL.  Go run duck and hide everybody . . . it’s a wonderful day.

Okay, perhaps not as wonderful as you would like.  Me neither.  The dogs (my infamous hounds, ‘Dig’ and ‘Chew’) killed a cat again last night.  I really wish people wouldn’t let their cats run around.  I’m all into pet control and responsibility – and if they were dogs people would be calling the pound.  Plus those things (cats) are destructive to the environment.  I know!  I used to have 32 of them hanging around.  And I was a cat owner for a long, long time.  The trick is to NEVER let one out – keep it in the house as a kitten and then forever on.  The cat won’t want to go out after a time.  Trust me on this; everyone “here” (my family and friends) know I know what I’m talking about.

But this cat – again the dogs broke the backbone and I had to go out and shoot the thing.  Thank god I didn’t use the shotgun.  I just bought a pellet gun a month ago for just this sort of thing.  Getting rid of ‘varmits’ – and putting cats out of their pain.  This is the 3rd one they’ve killed thus far this year.  It’s because we got some neighborhoods in – bunches of them.  What once was technically ‘city’ became ‘suburbia’ in name, for when I first moved in here (a fine little acre dominated by a bramble bush 300 foot long – and nothing else: it was pasture land) – it was pine woods and things, but still technically within city limits.  However, I chose here precisely because I knew what was to come.  It just arrived about fifteen years late – but then made up for that by a rapid advancement of housing projects.  Luckily (again) my ‘neighbors’ (whoever they are; it’s varied over time) on one side grab and love their land (about 17 acres) with a passion – so I enjoy their view. On the other hand (and the other side) they built a new neighborhood – I can look down the whole block.

But getting back to those cats again: I really wish they wouldn’t let them go running loose.  Technically they are an invasive species (as are pigs and goats and purple wisteria vines). There are a lot of woods and swamps around; wildlife is struggling to hold on.   So if you have a CAT, please:  keep it indoors.  He (or she) will get used to it in time.  Unfortunately if they are not kittens and have been subjected to the great outside they will always want to be there.  It’s the ‘hunter’ in them.  Cats are extraordinarily good and prolific hunters – they will kill everything.  Getting back to that “32 cats one time” – they stripped my yard clean. Of everything. Even the crickets were gone. Not a bird, a bee, a lizard, a frog.  Nothing.  Then they damaged my house and THEY were gone.  Courtesy of a pissed off young man with an assault gun that needed tuned . . . with my little daughter chiming in: “There goes one, daddy!  Git ’em!”  And I would.

It is my general policy around here to terminate cats right on the spot, though often I am too soft-hearted to do so.  I usually won’t go ‘gunning’ after a cat until it makes a habit of hunting in my yard.  (Piles of feathers are often evidence of a cat around here).  It’s not that I don’t love cats: I do!, especially the long haired ones.  But they are horribly damaging to the environment.  And they breed like rabbits.  I know.  That’s how I ended up with 32 (the original ‘pair’ who adopted me were wild or ‘drop offs’ to begin with).  I also had a small daughter at the time . . . you know how that goes: they love kittens (but not so much the grown cats).  I – we, rather – were poor, a family of 4 kids and 2 grown adults . . . no way I could get them all fixed by the time I realized what was going on . . .

Cats are never going to evolve into intelligent beasts – not really.  They are too well suited to their environment – too good at what they do: killing things.  It takes a crappy body (like the one for human survival) to develop an intelligent mind.  (You’ve got to: you don’t have anything else going for you like fangs and claws and a tremendous running speed!)  The common house cat is the most flexible of all.  He can – and will – ‘toy’ and ‘play’ with anything that moves, killing it in the end.  Not for hunger; just killing it.  Like some humans do.  But unlike humans, it’s not being cruel. It’s just them doing their thing: practicing hunting.

And I have a wildlife sanctuary meant for the ‘littlest things’ – meaning my acre is producing the species essential for other things to live: little frogs and little birds, snakes, crawdads.  I don’t even permit fish in my main pond because they would eat the tadpoles – and frogs are a ‘base’ in the food chain – as well as the slug producing piles of rotted wood, and the lizard producing areas of carefully laid out bark and cover, and salamanders live in the stream.  I have planted plenty of dense bush; laid out my yard to be not just a ‘survival center’ but a production center for the ‘bottom of the food chain’ sort of things – so I can’t have cats in my yard . . .

And I regret – no, HATE – having to kill them when the dogs get one.  I hate killing things.  My wife would tell you that: I am a rescuer of spiders and snakes (even the poisonous ones); if a bee gets in the house I escort him to the yard.  I encourage wildlife and pay close attention, just like a wildlife manager would (I have a biology background – courtesy of several things).  And so having to go back out there again (the 3rd time) to dispatch a cat because their owners won’t take the responsible approach of keeping them inside – which is NOT as cruel as you think; cruel is having them end up in a ditch, wounded; or in my back yard, back broken and in terror.


And yet this is just a little bit of whats been going on around here. (time to write another post on something else.)

Please: keep control of your pets; keep them responsibly, keep them safe – keep them HOME.  And under control.

I’m tired of being Mr. Death and things.



About jeffssong

JW is an adult childhood abuse survivor with DID*. He grew up in a violent family devoid of love and affection. He is a military brat and veteran. He no longer struggles with that past. In 1976 JW began writing "The Boy". It took 34 years to complete. It is currently on Kindle ( ), or if you prefer hard copy, on Amazon ( JW resides somewhere in the deep South. He is disabled and living with family. Note: Please feel free to take what you need; all is free to all. With that in mind, keep it that way to others. Thank you. We have 3 Blogs - One for our younger days, 0-10 (The Little Shop of Horrors); one for our Teen Alter and his 'friends' (also alters) with a lot of poetry; and finally "my" own, the Song of Life (current events and things)
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