wolfpack076
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Got some guns cleaned and once over's done yesterday. Drinking coffee now and going to start with some more.
Will cat killing be in your plans today?
I dont think thats ever in his plans, but I’d have out about 10 trapsWill cat killing be in your plans today?
I dont think thats ever in his plans, but I’d have out about 10 traps
You’re trying to get into Heaven now that you’re olderThen the problem becomes what to do with them ? The county animal control has said they will take at the most one a day. They simply don't have room or staff to deal with them. My plans certainly don't include finding homes for F'ed up cats. I also really don't want to do shite that simply makes their crappy little lives even worse. In reality the most humane thing is to just quickly kill them, but I'm in a very odd position. I spent most of my life as an avid hunter. Killed more deer, turkey and quail than I can count. As my father got old and his hunting days got numbered it's like a light switch flipped on in my head. I'd say the last 5 or 6 deer I killed I felt really bad about. Not that I did anything wrong, they were clean, legal kills. I don't understand what's wrong with me, but I have found myself ushering errant wasps out the doors of my house rather than kill them ( not red wasps, those have to die). I don't even like killing bugs.
I think maybe I was abducted by aliens and replaced by someone who actually gives a F. It's terrible.
Can't be that. I am not a believer.You’re trying to get into Heaven now that you’re older
Well, if thats the case, you cant go to hell either, so start killing catsCan't be that. I am not a believer.
Do they recycle aluminum flag poles there?Slept in today. 6AM. Finished with my cup of coffee, wasting a little time here then I'll get dressed and head to my mom's to pick up some concrete chunks she needs hauled off, go by my sister's and move a little furniture and load up an armoire ( spelling?) that she's giving my wife. Then head home and do some things that need to be done around here. I wanted to go to the scrap yard and turn in some copper and red brass that has been magically appearing in buckets in my shop for awhile, but that can wait until later I suppose.
I may get a shotgun out later.
Fair point. It's true I am not afraid of going to hell. I still have to sleep with myself.Well, if thats the case, you cant go to hell either, so start killing cats
Do they recycle aluminum flag poles there?
Funny you said that. There is a recycle place on the way to the base. I'm going to check it out today. Who knows, maybe I will get lucky!Do they recycle aluminum flag poles there?
What you need is Fido.Fair point. It's true I am not afraid of going to hell. I still have to sleep with myself.
Nevertheless I fear I will indeed have to start killing cats. Otherwise my wife will. And she will be far less efficient than I will.
When I had to put my Golden down I decided no more dogs. Too hard losing them.What you need is Fido.
Go to the shelter and pick you out a nice mannered loving companion.
Let fido have free reign of the back yard .. no more cats
Unless the pick the one Fido that grew up with cats
Know what you mean killed my first deer when I was 9. Hunting was the only thing my a**hole dad and I did together. The only bugs I kill are roaches. I've went as far to remove a spider out of a toilet. (clean water). When it comes to defense of family all bets are off. Rude, in your face people bother me more than bugs ever could.Then the problem becomes what to do with them ? The county animal control has said they will take at the most one a day. They simply don't have room or staff to deal with them. My plans certainly don't include finding homes for F'ed up cats. I also really don't want to do shite that simply makes their crappy little lives even worse. In reality the most humane thing is to just quickly kill them, but I'm in a very odd position. I spent most of my life as an avid hunter. Killed more deer, turkey and quail than I can count. As my father got old and his hunting days got numbered it's like a light switch flipped on in my head. I'd say the last 5 or 6 deer I killed I felt really bad about. Not that I did anything wrong, they were clean, legal kills. I don't understand what's wrong with me, but I have found myself ushering errant wasps out the doors of my house rather than kill them ( not red wasps, those have to die). I don't even like killing bugs.
I think maybe I was abducted by aliens and replaced by someone who actually gives a F. It's terrible.