I need to go eat my juicy steak I am having for dinner.
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That’s gotta offend a lot of people.
Not me - I’d like to join you, hard to afford good steak nowadays though.
My parents lived on a farm after retirement and had probably about 20 or so barn cats. The cats fed primarily on field mice and whatever else they could catch.
My father supplemented their diet with a shot gun shell and a couple handfuls of corn. He’d scatter the corn in a small area and crows and large blackbirds would flock to it. One 12 gauge blast would kill a lot of them at one time. When the cats heard the shot gun blast, they’d come a runnin’, they knew that sound meant it was supper time.