I LOVE my little germ-ridden parasite. So, um, . . . you and what army? Oh, yeah? Yo mama! Let’s take it outside! Etc.
But I have to admit, much as I like the little bastard, I do understand the concept of “Animal digs among its own feces; animal’s paws are septic. Duh.” It takes all kinds.
On a related note, I have a friend who made a cat out of duct tape and a pillow his own cat had disemboweled. It’s pretty cool. He used a coupla marble for the eyes. The real cat won’t have anything to do with it.
Domestic cats are estimated to kill hundreds of thousands of songbirds in the U.S. each year. What effect that has on their populations relative to other sources of mortality (e.g. habitat destruction in both temperate and tropical areas) is a topic of debate. Quite a few articles on both sides of the issue can be found here.
A single domestic cat was responsible for the most rapid extinction of a bird species on record. The Stephens Island Wren, a tiny flightless song bird, was found on a small island off New Zealand. All known specimens (about a dozen) were brought in by the lighthouse keeper’s cat in 1894, and the species has not been seen since. A synopsis of the story can be found here. Domestic cats were also on the verge of causing the extinction of the New Zealand Kakapo, or Owl Parrot, until the last survivors were transferred to predator-free islands.
Domestic and feral cats are a major threat to wildlife in a number of places, including Australia and New Zealand. Several small marsupials in Australia may be on the verge of extinction because of them.
The mental image of duct taping a cat may be kind of funny, but then again so would the image of duct taping Jill and Kid_Gilligan, hanging a plaques on them that say (in Arabic) “Saddam Blows Chucks,” and shipping them off to Iraq. Now listening to them plea for mercy might be better then listening to us whine.
Um… never intended you guys to enjoy it, so I better duct tape you separately and ship you to different locations. One of you can be duct taped with gaps in anatomically correct locations depending on gender, labeled “Sex Toy,” and sent off to Bill Clinton’s new home.
As far as who goes where, I doubt Bill or the Iraqis will care either way, so I’ll just go by weight and save on international shipping rates. Personally, I think the one who deals with the irate Iraqis gets off a little easier, so maybe you might want to eat heartily and pack on the pounds.
<My cats always pick the middle of the night to cough up hairballs.>
My little three-legged terror will do it any doggone time he pleases. We started feeding him anti-hairball food and anti-hairball Pounce (a brand of cat treats). I think he just took it as a challenge: “That’s the best you got? Bring it on, humanoid!”