From this thread we are REALLY beginning to know some of our FReepers.
and therein lay your problem. You know crap about me and my love for my cats, woman. You may think you know more because i came in second against you in a sanctimony race; and if that is indeed the case, then i am happy to provide you reason for you to enjoy your superiority dance. In the meantime, yearly eye check-up do wonders.
I guess I did not express myself very well earlier. I apologize for that.
When I was a boy, the farmer next door had barn cats. Lots of them. They kept the rats and mice down. It was Western Michigan on the Lake and there were a lot of dogs at the end of Summer that vacationers left behind. They ran in packs. Some of them would come around the farm and go after the cats. The cats were good farm workers and the dogs, useless scavengers.
I got pretty good at picking off the dogs with my single shot .22. I’d flip them over the fence into the pig pen and they served a useful purpose.
Today, I regard predatory dogs as vermin.