Monday, March 5, 2005 This was posted over at one of the forums I visit “Hunting proposal targets roaming cats”. This is in Wisconsin. Now, is the hunter who is proposing this so hard up for things to kill that he needs to shoot cats? We talk about hunting every once in a while and Brian firmly believes the only reason you should kill an animal is if it directly threatens you or you need to put food on the table. In other words, sport hunting is a bad thing (I’m not a fan of hunting, either).
Gah. I say make it open season on people who speed on residential streets. And land developers. Developers do much to decimate the bird population. Let’s make that a law. Geez….
Deer, elk, pheasant, ducks, they’re not enough now, let’s start shooting at the friendly neighborhood feline. The one which is owned by no one, but owned by all.
There is a website up for Wisconsiners who disagree with this. It’s http://www.dontshootthecat.com/. The word has to get out about this impending atrocity. Spread it. Contact news agencies. Contact humane associations. Hell, contact PETA. If it’s bowing to public pressure then put the pressure on.
Damned idiot sport hunters. What a bunch of big frigging men.
My mom had some sad news last week. She finally was able to catch Patch. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it before, but Patch (I think she’s one of Lisa’s siblings) had a problem with her ears. Patch was a white cat with a spot of grey on her head, between her ears. She’d have been better off if the grey had been on her ears, because she got cancer on her ears. She’s had a problem with them for a couple of years now. I told mom it sounded like cancer to me. Well, last week, mom was able to pick Patch up and take her to the vet. And the vet said there was nothing that could be done and Patch was dispatched to the rainbow bridge. Mom said that she’d been worried for a while, not able to sleep at night because of the coyote sightings in her neighborhood. Well, she worried mostly about Patch. Patch was feral. Not like KittyMeeze is feral, more like Jackson is feral. Patch had been fixed, but didn’t get very much human socialization at a young age and wasn’t amenable to being picked up. She’d run first. That’s how mom knew it wasn’t a good sign when she was able to pick up a weakened kitty.
And she spent the next couple of days cleaning blood off of the areas where Patch would sleep. Even in her car, since mom had put blankets down for Patch inside and would leave the window cracked for her to get in. It was a safe place for Patch to sleep at night.
This past weekend, mom was wakened by a gawdawful racket on her driveway. She turned on the light and looked out. There were three coyotes on her driveway, howling and yipping and turning her blood ice cold. She didn’t go outside, but yelled at them to get away. She said she’s going to get some sort of spray to shoot at them. She doesn’t care if it hurts them, she wants them to stay away from her place. I’m sure glad she started keeping her cats in when she did. And she is, too. She knew they were safe.
What a nightmare.
Hey, maybe we could get those Wisconsin hunters to hang out around here and do something good and get rid of the damned coyotes.
KittyMeeze spent the night elsewhere Sunday. He was here Saturday night, but not Sunday morning. I did see the motion detector lights come on early Sunday morning, so I would think that’s when he and Carla were here, finished up the food, then went over to her place. He was here last night and this morning. And when we got back from our walk, he was sleeping next to the gate by the entry way.
I took some pictures yesterday, just playing around. It was a pretty nice day.
Which is something we need to take care of, and soon. The ground is close to perfect for weed pulling.
Well, that’s about it for now. Hope you have a great day.
| | Permalink