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The last time I put any serious thought into "cats" was when my friend Matt described his girlfriend's birthday, the bulk of which was spent at her house as the entire family pulled up lawn chairs to observe a stray cat give birth on their back deck. Apparently a riveting spectacle for it lasted over two hours. After having a few enjoyable, yet admittedly nervous chuckles I quickly reverted to my normal consciousness of house cats. A consciousness which is reserved almost exclusively to the situation of Stupie Kitty flopping and rolling in a spot which is specifically in my path of travel.

Grrrr

Before I describe what brought me back to actually allowing these creatures to occupy even a small amount of my thinking time, I'll go on to describe some of my feelings towards them. So I don't really care for cats. I don't hate them but honestly I don't see anything that redeeming about them either. Sure some of them are better than others. I'm sure all you kat lovers will testify that "Mr. Boots", your grandparent's long deceased cat, was, in fact, a civil rights advocate and an influential figure in the childhood life of Mother Teresa. I know you're sold on the idea that cats are good hearted creatures but I see them as quite the opposite.
Sure they snuggle up next to you but did you know that, well, biologically they are driven to rub their scent on whatever doesn't smell like them. Yes, it's true. This accounts for why the late Mr. Boots always seemed just a little more affectionate right after you got out of the shower. Outdoor cats only come around when they feel like it or when they need food. The rest of the time they're out lady killin' with every loose kitty in town. I don't really view their beckon call attitude towards the hand that feeds them an admirable trait.

But I'm not above feeling the urge to say "Aw sha booooo!" and pet one myself on occasion.

Now let me talk about this AOL article I was reading today. If you have AOL, the article can be found HERE

So in Wisconsin hunters are arguing that free roaming cats should be opened up for small game. Of course this OUTRAGES the SICK SICK extremist cat lovers out there. Already they have apparently started picketing with their adorable cat posters in hand and a fresh foam at their mouths. More than that, I'm almost sure that upon hearing this, some of you sympathize. Even if no one owns the cat, it's a cat right? People shouldn't shoot cats. Let's think a little more about this though.
Anyone that's watched The Price is Right lately should know that it's a good idea to get you pet spade or neutered. Why is that you ask? To help control the pet population of course! You see, old Bob Barker, as well as you and I, knows that even though we love kitty kitties that love is due to our social upbringing, which tells us to see them as something a little more than the other animals. As citizens in other cat eating cultures will tell you they are still, well, just animals. Much like possum or gopher, when the population gets too high something has to happen to control it. Since humans are responsible for the upsetting of the eco-balance, we are also responsible for keeping it in check. Cars take care of possum and gophers are already open to small game hunters.
How often have you enjoyed the sweet sounds of a beautiful songbird outside your window or on the way to work? Well, the AOL article reports that...
"Every year in Wisconsin alone, an estimated 2 million wild cats kill 47 million to 139 million songbirds, according to state officials."
Two MILLION wild cats, just in Wisconsin. And how disproportionate is the number of birds they kill? Well, I don't know, I'm not good at math, but that's a HUGE amount. I guess they have to eat three meals a day right?
In effect, what I'm getting at is that it's not only sensible for hunters to want to take care of these poor, accidents of nature, but it should be required. Even if the law is passed not nearly as many hunters would take advantage of it as would be necessary to protect the environmental balance. I think hunters in other states should feel a responsibility to check on the wild cat population where they live and lobby for cat hunting if needed. I don't care for hunting myself but if those that do care want to hunt Mr. Boots' rebel grandson who forages in the woods for spare bluebird parts, I'm all for it!

In some parts of the world concrete is known as puddingstone. Now go out and have an enlightened day!