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Big man...big guns do all the talking. NO brains. All hillbilly and hick.

Big man...big guns do all the talking. NO brains. All hillbilly and hick.

Says the person that's never had to deal with feral cats having litters under the house. Or having them kill chickens and geese.

And popping one with a gun is a lot more humane than letting them starve to death, or get eaten by coyotes, or run over on the highway and left to die by inches.

Welcome to the real world. Where cats aren't designed by Walt Disney.

I'm not big, and never will be. I'm genetically predisposed to keep a slender build and will never be "big". At 44, and after 25 years of marriage to a superb cook, I haven't gained weight since I was 17.

I'm also a Veteran, a network engineer, hold a degree in telecommunications, numerous professional technical certificates, as well as being a school principal. My wife holds a bachelor's degree in neuroscience nursing. One son is currently dual enrolled in his senior year of high school as well as first year college. My 14 yr old daughter started and operates a profitable soap company, as well as being a well known and successful dairy goat breeder here in our state, and the 13 year old owns a custom outdoor furniture business. We're not "hillbillies" or "hicks", and I can assure you that either of my sons will absolutely wreck your world on a chessboard.

You've obviously never had a feral cat problem. Varmint cartridges are quite effective at reducing a feral cat population. It's a quick death.

Don't stoop to insults, and don't get personal with me. I wasn't directing my comments at you, and after looking at your about page, I understand why you're offended. I can assure you that shooting cats with the .223 Remington is neither cruel nor unusual...certainly not compared to the results of the last overpopulation issue I had to deal with...courtesy of neighbors who let them breed...didn't vaccinate, neuter, or spay. My children were quite young at the time, and they reported sick and dying cats and kittens. Two of them were in tears as they recounted what they had seen, and still have bad memories of it today even as teenagers. It was a very sad sight indeed, and left us quite heartbroken and troubled that people could neglect domesticated animals to such a degree.

So if you want to be offended and insult somebody, direct your pointless drivel at my neighbors.

I have friends that are like you (believe it or not!). You and my friends live in a bit of a "bubble". It's an "invented" world. You'll criticize me for doing unpleasant, but necessary things which evoke emotion, and interpersonal conflict because for some reason, you lack the ability to handle these things yourself. You think certain things are always going to be done by "somebody else". But when somebody is breaking into your house at 2:00 A.M. you will silently hope for somebody like me to show up. Or when some gang-banger approaches you and wants money, sex, or your life, you'll hope for somebody like me. Or when a rabid dog is in your yard, running into trees and fighting with the bushes, you'll hope for somebody like me. When you accidentally hit an animal on the road with your car, and it's trying to get up to run, but can't because it's broken and battered and suffering, you'll wish for somebody like me. Because people like me possess the necessary courage and fortitude to just admit that the world is the way it is and that there are only a limited number of ways to deal with certain situations appropriately. I'm pretty sure that secretly, you're grateful for people like me, even though you're likely to spew more venom my way after this and never admit it here.

So don't criticize. Just be glad that people such as myself are here for "you", and that we understand that you're just a little confused when it comes to differentiating us from the bad-guys.

I can give you link after link about feral cats being a major problem for native wildlife in this country....

What do you propose to do about it?