No, but only because I think that, on some fundamental level, I wouldn’t recognize my cat as “food” even when starving.
That, and she could totally kick my ass in a fight.
No, but only because I think that, on some fundamental level, I wouldn’t recognize my cat as “food” even when starving.
That, and she could totally kick my ass in a fight.
I could eat them, but only if someone else killed them for me, or they died on their own. I don’t think I could kill a pet–too much of a psychological block against it.
(I don’t own any pets right now anyway.)
Couldn’t I just dangle their tails in the water and wait for the fish?
I wouldn’t bother. If he’s a steer, someone already got the good parts.
I’d probably eat my dog. But not all at once. He’s a good doggie. Yes he is! Yes he is!
Yeah, a six-pack!
I don’t have a dog, but my mother does. I’d eat that thing in a heartbeat. And if I couldn’t finish it all, I’d save some in a doggie bag for later.