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Posted on 01/14/2015 7:13:23 PM PST by EveningStar
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The alligator had nothing to do with it.
don’t people know there is a lease law for...oh skip it!
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Keeping an alligator for a pet in your backyard is NUTS.
However, if it is YOUR backyard and doesn’t roam about, then the pets it is eating had to stray into its territory.
Surprised it hasn’t been discovered until now.
“Bobby, have you seen ‘Fluffy’?” Marsha
Did it float?
I think you mean “Tiger”, no?
Still, as others noted, how did the gator get access to the yappers? Go for cruises around the neighborhood and then return home?
Good thing he was not like a cat and leave the catch on the doorstep for praise.
Live in western Colorado. A recently discovered coyote den had an impressive array of dog collars ... sort of like a trophy wall.
I think the coyote a more likely culprit. Gators kill their prey by drowning and they store what they don’t eat in the first go round underwater. So what body of water did this gator have access to where it could stash its kill?
I don’t know the name of the Brady’s cat, no bro’.
Owner Laura Mattson says the alligator belonged to her husband, who got the alligator as a baby in 1977. When her husband died a few years ago, she took on Jaxson’s care, as well as the care of neutered feral cats that were taken to her home by a cat rescue organization.
No, I don't think in this case that is true.
Did they have a cat too?
Yep. A cool cat named ‘Greg’ I think.
My wife brought him to her school to speak about his experiences with Florence & Marsha and he turned out to a pretty good guy. Or cat.
Wonder if the cat rescue is called “Meals on Wheels”...
Well, that’s one way to take care of feral cats, I suppose.
Tastes like chicken!
But then the alligators get under foot, and you have to bring in baboons with spears.
And Californians don’t have guns, do they? So what happens when the Van Nuyseans start saying, “Stop pointing that spear at me you dirty ape!”
They get speared, that’s what. And they wish for the bygone, halcyon summer days of feral cats in Willoughby.
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