Hott Cat Talk

PurpleJ

I like to put tube socks over my cat’s tail and watch her walk around all retarded and shit.

Pitchfork51

jesus not the fucking cat talk

GrundleStiltzkin

This is cat torment talk, and that is, well, a cat of different color.

PurpleJ

GrundleStiltzkin said:

This is cat torment talk, and that is, well, a cat of different color.

No racist crap.

Besides. Kitty is a good sport. She got a new toy today and I think the worms are almost gone.

PurpleJ

Pitchfork51 said:

jesus not the fucking cat talk

Swaye

PurpleJ said:

Pitchfork51 said:

jesus not the fucking cat talk

Kitty from Krypton?

BennyBeaver

PurpleJ said:

I like to put tube socks over my cat’s tail and watch her walk around all retarded and shit.

It’s confirmed.

@PurpleJ

Wets bed

Torment animals

Next is arson

PurpleJ

BennyBeaver said:

PurpleJ said:

I like to put tube socks over my cat’s tail and watch her walk around all retarded and shit.

It’s confirmed.

@PurpleJ

Wets bed

Torment animals

Next is arson

I'll torment YOU ya try hard wannabe @HarveyRoad cunt.

P.S. Arson was checked off the list when I was 5 years old. Bitch.

89ute

I had a feral cat farm in my back yard. Kind of a long story but things got out of hand rather quickly. Couldn't bring myself to capture them and take them to the humane society gas chamber. When the count got to 22 it was a breaking point. It was the end of winter and I knew by spring I would be over a hunnerd. Gas chamber became a more palpable option at that point, so I trapped the first one and took her in, figured ladies first was best.

Turns out they recently became a "no kill shelter". They told me they would spay the cat and turn her loose. They asked me if I wanted the cat released near me or another part of town. They could tell by the look on my face I was befuddled. So the lady at the counter explained that if they release the cat near me it would come back, so I said sure.gif. I was relieved that I didn't have to send all these cats to their death. A lesser man would have gotten teary eyed right there in the middle of the shelter but not this badassmotherfucker.

So I spent my winter weekends catching backyard female cats. Sure enough, they all came back with one ear clipped. The heard of 22 is now down to 3. It took a few years, the life of a feral cat is kind of like that of an NFL running back. The herd trashed my yard but I got it back now.

GrundleStiltzkin

I have much respect for feral or semi feral outdoor cats. They are ceaseless killing machines.

89ute

GrundleStiltzkin said:

I have much respect for feral or semi feral outdoor cats. They are ceaseless killing machines.

We feed birds too, so it's pretty much Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom right in the back yard.

YellowSnow

89ute said:

I had a feral cat farm in my back yard. Kind of a long story but things got out of hand rather quickly. Couldn't bring myself to capture them and take them to the humane society gas chamber. When the count got to 22 it was a breaking point. It was the end of winter and I knew by spring I would be over a hunnerd. Gas chamber became a more palpable option at that point, so I trapped the first one and took her in, figured ladies first was best.

Turns out they recently became a "no kill shelter". They told me they would spay the cat and turn her loose. They asked me if I wanted the cat released near me or another part of town. They could tell by the look on my face I was befuddled. So the lady at the counter explained that if they release the cat near me it would come back, so I said sure.gif. I was relieved that I didn't have to send all these cats to their death. A lesser man would have gotten teary eyed right there in the middle of the shelter but not this badassmotherfucker.

So I spent my winter weekends catching backyard female cats. Sure enough, they all came back with one ear clipped. The heard of 22 is now down to 3. It took a few years, the life of a feral cat is kind of like that of an NFL running back. The herd trashed my yard but I got it back now.

I saw the number 22 and thought this was gonna differently.

PurpleJ

89ute said:

I had a feral cat farm in my back yard. Kind of a long story but things got out of hand rather quickly. Couldn't bring myself to capture them and take them to the humane society gas chamber. When the count got to 22 it was a breaking point. It was the end of winter and I knew by spring I would be over a hunnerd. Gas chamber became a more palpable option at that point, so I trapped the first one and took her in, figured ladies first was best.

Turns out they recently became a "no kill shelter". They told me they would spay the cat and turn her loose. They asked me if I wanted the cat released near me or another part of town. They could tell by the look on my face I was befuddled. So the lady at the counter explained that if they release the cat near me it would come back, so I said sure.gif. I was relieved that I didn't have to send all these cats to their death. A lesser man would have gotten teary eyed right there in the middle of the shelter but not this badassmotherfucker.

So I spent my winter weekends catching backyard female cats. Sure enough, they all came back with one ear clipped. The heard of 22 is now down to 3. It took a few years, the life of a feral cat is kind of like that of an NFL running back. The herd trashed my yard but I got it back now.

So you are kitty Hitler and want to call me out for animal abuse.

Pitchfork51

When I lived out east people warned me of rats.
Never saw one for like a year.

There was this mangy ass orange stray cat that would roam around behind the house

One day it was just gone. No warning.

Then those little fuckers were always roaming around the alleyway between the backyards

Must have been a killing machine

LebamDawg

Killing machine my ass - the shop cat came up to me crying and whining until I go to the shop and she is now a pointer and leads me to the rat. I had to shoot the damn thing, but she did let me know where it was

Pitchfork51

LebamDawg said:

Killing machine my ass - the shop cat came up to me crying and whining until I go to the shop and she is now a pointer and leads me to the rat. I had to shoot the damn thing, but she did let me know where it was

Maybe you should up your level of mangy stray cat bro

Swaye

89ute said:

GrundleStiltzkin said:

I have much respect for feral or semi feral outdoor cats. They are ceaseless killing machines.

We feed birds too, so it's pretty much Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom right in the back yard.

So, do you have one wife on feral cat duty, and another on bird duty, while one is cooking and another one is prepping her vulva for the inevitable evening Ute assault? I just want to understand your culture.

Pitchfork51

Swaye said:

89ute said:

GrundleStiltzkin said:

I have much respect for feral or semi feral outdoor cats. They are ceaseless killing machines.

We feed birds too, so it's pretty much Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom right in the back yard.

So, do you have one wife on feral cat duty, and another on bird duty, while one is cooking and another one is prepping her vulva for the inevitable evening Ute assault? I just want to understand your culture.

He bones 13 year old chicks.

But it's cool because he's an "elder"

chuck

89ute said:

I had a feral cat farm in my back yard. Kind of a long story but things got out of hand rather quickly. Couldn't bring myself to capture them and take them to the humane society gas chamber. When the count got to 22 it was a breaking point. It was the end of winter and I knew by spring I would be over a hunnerd. Gas chamber became a more palpable option at that point, so I trapped the first one and took her in, figured ladies first was best.

Turns out they recently became a "no kill shelter". They told me they would spay the cat and turn her loose. They asked me if I wanted the cat released near me or another part of town. They could tell by the look on my face I was befuddled. So the lady at the counter explained that if they release the cat near me it would come back, so I said sure.gif. I was relieved that I didn't have to send all these cats to their death. A lesser man would have gotten teary eyed right there in the middle of the shelter but not this badassmotherfucker.

So I spent my winter weekends catching backyard female cats. Sure enough, they all came back with one ear clipped. The heard of 22 is now down to 3. It took a few years, the life of a feral cat is kind of like that of an NFL running back. The herd trashed my yard but I got it back now.

When I was a kid we had a neighbor lady who fed Guinea fowl, all manner of wild birds, and feral cats. We had several hundred crows and ravens and at least 100 cats on the hill. The ravens were over fed and were the size of vultures. One could fly off with a 30 gallon garbage can. The whole troop would follow her down the road then back up, twice a day, as she made her feeding rounds. She'd even yell at us kids to get out of the way (road had a hoop and bike jumps etc so it's where we mostly hung out) so the cackling mass of Guinea hens, crows, ravens and cats could follow her on her way by.

So anyways, I had a pretty old school upbringing in a logging family. There was only one answer for a situation like this and it wasn't pretty. My 8th grade graduation present was a 20 gauge and it was crazy effective. In those days, where I lived, it was normal for kids to walk around unsupervised with dangerous firearms as though they were nerf guns. That's where I learned to apply my favorite quote from Lost Boys, about no two vampires going out the same way, to cats. My brother and I declared war after reaching a silent understanding with dad. No "pest control" when mom was home and hide all evidence. The cats didn't last six months.

Theres some hawt cat talk.

Swaye

chuck said:

89ute said:

I had a feral cat farm in my back yard. Kind of a long story but things got out of hand rather quickly. Couldn't bring myself to capture them and take them to the humane society gas chamber. When the count got to 22 it was a breaking point. It was the end of winter and I knew by spring I would be over a hunnerd. Gas chamber became a more palpable option at that point, so I trapped the first one and took her in, figured ladies first was best.

Turns out they recently became a "no kill shelter". They told me they would spay the cat and turn her loose. They asked me if I wanted the cat released near me or another part of town. They could tell by the look on my face I was befuddled. So the lady at the counter explained that if they release the cat near me it would come back, so I said sure.gif. I was relieved that I didn't have to send all these cats to their death. A lesser man would have gotten teary eyed right there in the middle of the shelter but not this badassmotherfucker.

So I spent my winter weekends catching backyard female cats. Sure enough, they all came back with one ear clipped. The heard of 22 is now down to 3. It took a few years, the life of a feral cat is kind of like that of an NFL running back. The herd trashed my yard but I got it back now.

When I was a kid we had a neighbor lady who fed Guinea fowl, all manner of wild birds, and feral cats. We had several hundred crows and ravens and at least 100 cats on the hill. The ravens were over fed and were the size of vultures. One could fly off with a 30 gallon garbage can. The whole troop would follow her down the road then back up, twice a day, as she made her feeding rounds. She'd even yell at us kids to get out of the way (road had a hoop and bike jumps etc so it's where we mostly hung out) so the cackling mass of Guinea hens, crows, ravens and cats could follow her on her way by.

So anyways, I had a pretty old school upbringing in a logging family. There was only one answer for a situation like this and it wasn't pretty. My 8th grade graduation present was a 20 gauge and it was crazy effective. In those days, where I lived, it was normal for kids to walk around unsupervised with dangerous firearms as though they were nerf guns. That's where I learned to apply my favorite quote from Lost Boys, about no two vampires going out the same way, to cats. My brother and I declared war after reaching a silent understanding with dad. No "pest control" when mom was home and hide all evidence. The cats didn't last six months.

Theres some hawt cat talk.

J just died inside.

YellowSnow

chuck said:

89ute said:

I had a feral cat farm in my back yard. Kind of a long story but things got out of hand rather quickly. Couldn't bring myself to capture them and take them to the humane society gas chamber. When the count got to 22 it was a breaking point. It was the end of winter and I knew by spring I would be over a hunnerd. Gas chamber became a more palpable option at that point, so I trapped the first one and took her in, figured ladies first was best.

Turns out they recently became a "no kill shelter". They told me they would spay the cat and turn her loose. They asked me if I wanted the cat released near me or another part of town. They could tell by the look on my face I was befuddled. So the lady at the counter explained that if they release the cat near me it would come back, so I said sure.gif. I was relieved that I didn't have to send all these cats to their death. A lesser man would have gotten teary eyed right there in the middle of the shelter but not this badassmotherfucker.

So I spent my winter weekends catching backyard female cats. Sure enough, they all came back with one ear clipped. The heard of 22 is now down to 3. It took a few years, the life of a feral cat is kind of like that of an NFL running back. The herd trashed my yard but I got it back now.

When I was a kid we had a neighbor lady who fed Guinea fowl, all manner of wild birds, and feral cats. We had several hundred crows and ravens and at least 100 cats on the hill. The ravens were over fed and were the size of vultures. One could fly off with a 30 gallon garbage can. The whole troop would follow her down the road then back up, twice a day, as she made her feeding rounds. She'd even yell at us kids to get out of the way (road had a hoop and bike jumps etc so it's where we mostly hung out) so the cackling mass of Guinea hens, crows, ravens and cats could follow her on her way by.

So anyways, I had a pretty old school upbringing in a logging family. There was only one answer for a situation like this and it wasn't pretty. My 8th grade graduation present was a 20 gauge and it was crazy effective. In those days, where I lived, it was normal for kids to walk around unsupervised with dangerous firearms as though they were nerf guns. That's where I learned to apply my favorite quote from Lost Boys, about no two vampires going out the same way, to cats. My brother and I declared war after reaching a silent understanding with dad. No "pest control" when mom was home and hide all evidence. The cats didn't last six months.

Theres some hawt cat talk.

We had a lot of vultures or buzzards at my house in the San Diego county burbs growing up. My parents were lame and didn't let me get my first air rifle until I was like 16. But I did get a wrist rocket when I was 13 and used to pummel the shit out of those bird scavengers. Raccoons too.