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-:On Sat, 25 Jul 2009 14:44:35 +0300, "G Paleologopoulos"
-:>>(snip garbage, crap, etc...)
-:>> Domestic cats are good target practice. That's all they'll ever
-:>> be good for. I feed their remains to some local raccoons, opossums, and
-:>> foxes. At least someone is finally putting their "cute Fluffy" to good
-:>> (snip more crap...)
-:>Great, classic, troll stuff.
-:>This is one more for the books.
-:>Keep up the good postings.
-:If you think that's a troll, how about if I post photos of the next ones I
-:shoot and hack-up for food for the wild animals? I'll even leave their
-:little collars around what's left of their useless little necks so you can
-:see that someone was their irresponsible owner at one time too in the
-:photos. Will that satisfy you?
-:Unfortunately, the foxes, raccoons, and opossums won't eat them whole. I
-:tried that at first. They just sniff them or chew a bit on the cat
-:carcasses but then walk away. I have to quarter the cats with a machete
-:after shooting them or the wild animals here won't eat them.
so you and your machette are 'natural balance'? right.
you start with animals, and graduate to children and people.
Don't be silly. But I do think that abortion should be legal until the 72nd
trimester. That's 18 y.o. for those that don't want to do the math. With
the way most all "parents" have failed miserably at being parents for the
last two to three generations, someone should have a say-so on if their
parenting disasters should be allowed to survive or not. You know,
parenting disasters like you.
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you, your foxes and your raccoons must be retarded.
First off, thanks for giving me an opener to tell some things I don't often
get to share, or rarely care to share. Plus I'm bored to death of the usual
ignorant dreck that the idiots post relentlessly.
No, they're not retarded. They're all actually quite intelligent. Some of
the most respectful and respectable animals I've ever had the pleasure to
know. For the last five to six years I've been trying to increase the wild
animal population to help displace the pestilent cat infestation, doing so
as responsibly as possible. Things like changing their water frequently
during the night so if there's illness in any of them it won't spread.
Emulate the same always-fresh water conditions as if they were feeding near
a flowing stream. Going so far as to even key their home-made foods with a
unique but mild spice-mix and vitamins ground up in a mortar and pestle.
This way they won't go looking for handouts anywhere else. No food sources
found outside by any other house or ranch will ever smell or taste the
same. It's also why I refuse to use any easier methods by giving them any
pre-made foods, like dogfood or other animal foods from the feed-mill. It's
all formulated right here in my kitchen. They won't find it anywhere else.
Well balanced with vitamins, carbs, fats, oils, proteins, and even calcium
for growing bones and teeth. If I'm going to do all this I want them to be
the healthiest animals possible anywhere, or there's no point in doing it
Even though I still have an old swinging dog-door on the porch from when I
had many abused and injured dogs that I took in one time to nurse them back
to health (abused and neglected by neighboring farmers and ranchers, the
dogs finding me on their own coming for help) not one of the wild-animals
here have ever bothered to use the easily opened dog-door. Nor do they ever
climb window-screens or even bother to go on the roof, quickly reached from
the trees they climb that are overhanging the house. They're that
respectful of me and my home. They'll sit patiently outside playing or
sleeping in the yard and woods until I bring them their hand-outs during
whelping season. The harshest time of the year for them, before any other
wild food sources have matured, their having to feed their offspring off of
their own body's resources. After my whelping season's hand-outs then they
just disperse into the many miles of farm-fields and countryside again,
showing up again next spring with new broods. The foxes just as content to
sit around on their haunches as the dogs that I used to have. One night's
rough count while standing in the middle of them on a busy night came to
about sixty assorted wild animals, adults and offspring. What with so much
of their land destroyed by farmers and ranchers to feed your stupid and fat
overbreeding faces in the cities, they need some help with how much of
their habitat that your mindless overbreeding and gluttony has destroyed.
Your McBurger-Factories have destroyed more than 95% of the native habitat.
But you don't have to see that. You can stuff your self-induced-ignorance
self-serving faces and not even have to think about the destruction you are
paying to have done on your behalf for your daily two all-meat patties,
special sauce, pickles, cheese, lettuce, onions on a sesame-seed bun. Next
time you fly over the land in a plane on a clear day look down at the
coast-to-coast patchwork quilt of McBurger-Factory destruction that you
paid to have created for your fast-foods diaper-dripping convenience. All
that land now overlain for decades with copious amounts of chemicals and
poisons. Then you have the gall to release your food-chain destroying
piece-of-shit cats onto the lands to make matters even worse for all the
Once in a while I'll see a couple of raccoon faces through the bottom
portion of my screen door, standing-up looking in, their wondering what's
the hold-up in the kitchen. Or they'll lay on my welcome-mat snoozing
during the day and I have to step over them when opening the door. I have a
few fun photos of my "guard raccoons" laying in front of the door, looking
out into the woods while relaxing. They're basically a joy to have around
and a handy bear-alert at night when they all go into their alert posture
when standing on hind-legs. Though they have cried wolf one too many times
lately. But still, it's good to be reminded to be alert rather than get
caught off-guard by becoming too nonchalant. I do occasionally have to
watch my footing for not wanting to step on one of their cubs or kits
that's trying to play tug-o'-war with my shoelaces while I'm walking among
them. Did you know too that opossums are even smarter than dogs? Though I
probably wouldn't rate them as smart as raccoons. Opossums are also the
most disease free wild-animal of any. Due to their lower body temperature
they can't even be carriers of rabies, or any other diseases like your
invasive-species cats always are.
The only time there's a problem is when the raccoons fight with each other,
they seem to have personality conflicts just like any individuals. Or when
a new one arrives and doesn't know the routine here. I'll sometimes have to
step in between them to try to break it up. I run a respectable restaurant.
(Long ago I was bartender at a biker-bar, this is far easier.) They know my
growl when I have to step up to stop a fight. They also don't mind if I put
my hand in their plates to refill it while they're feeding or take a
water-tray away to refill it while they're still busy washing their food in
it. They respect and trust me that much. More well behaved than most
stranger's dogs I've known. Pretty amazing for completely wild animals.
Though, when they go snooze under a tree and leave me like a baby-sitter to
watch over the safety of their kits and cubs for them, while they're
getting a much needed break, I do start to feel a bit "used". A proud
A local hunting friend has been coming out some nights lately just to be
amazed at the scene in my yard while I'm feeding all of them at night. He's
never seen anything like it and he's lived in the country all his life. I
told him about it when we went fishing a couple weeks ago and I had to
explain why I had to get back early. He just had to see for himself. He's
now got a new appreciation for how respectable wild animals can be to
humans and each other when you show them a bit of respect in return. While
he was sitting quietly on my steps watching them you should have seen the
grin on his face when six of the larger wild raccoon cubs (half adult-size)
came up to tug on and play with his shoelaces and pant-legs. Then the
mother (I named her Six-Pack) came over to check him out to see if he was
good enough to be around her cubs. If not she would have shooed them away
while growling at him, like she does with other adult raccoons that she
hasn't grown to trust. After sniffing and looking him over she eventually
figured he was good enough for her kids and let them keep playing, she went
back to eat. The cubs kept on chittering while clumsily climbing all over
his shoes and legs. I laughed. He kept on grinning. While six mouths of
needle-sharp teeth could have just as easily tried to tear his face off if
they wanted. I saw two of these same large cubs attack a Not-The-Momma
adult raccoon that was trying to take their food the night before. The cubs
won, but I did have to break them up. The attackee was new, he didn't know
he could get his own plate and that there were "house-rules".
What I do find surprising is that raccoons, foxes, opossums, and even the
occasional skunk will all eat out of the same plates at times. Once a
rabbit was also eating just one plate over from a fox and raccoon that were
sharing a plate. I have some photos and videos to document things like this
because nobody will ever believe me. I try to grab the camera every time I
see some animal behavior I've never witnessed nor read about before. Sorry,
the photos and videos are not for net-sharing, I only show them to people
that deserve to see things like this, that's definitely not you, nor anyone
else that I've never met in person. Feel grateful that you get to even read
Earlier this year while I was out filling plates, an older injured raccoon
with only three feet was eating, back right-foot missing. When he started
to leave he waddled up against an opossum that had come up alongside him.
Side against side, gaining support from his opossum buddy as he hobbled on
his way back into the woods. They both walked off into the darkness
together like that, the opossum keeping pace with whatever speed the
raccoon could muster. Talk about a touching moment. I was deeply moved.
Like something you'd see in one of those smarmy anthropomorphized
animal-movies, but this was happening in real life and not coming from some
city-boy writer's imagination. I had a hard time believing what I was
seeing. Unfortunately I was so moved and caught up in the moment I didn't
even think to go get the camera. In fact, I would have probably felt like I
was disrespecting and invading a special trust between these two
individuals animals if I had used it. Something for my eyes only.
I'm surprised too how many of them come here with injuries. The one that
was missing half its face was disturbing to see this year. Like a scene
from a horror-movie but it too needed some food. It was eating just fine
with its healed-over injuries or I would have helped it the other way--to
put it out of its misery if needed. Or Bobbie, the one with five cubs that
is missing a tail this year (hence the name). Then there was Saddle, the
one missing all the skin off her back last year, probably from some idiot
farmer's glancing shotgun blast. She remained wary all last year when she
first showed up. But eventually, with my fortified supplements, her huge
injury healed over and she became a fine mother.
I daresay that all of them are far more intelligent and respectable animals
than you and your genetic-line will ever hope to be. Come visit with your
destructive idiot-owned pestilent and mindless cats. Let me show and prove
to you why you're less intelligent and less deserving of any respect.