"The fox knows many things, but the hedgehog knows one big thing."

                --Archilochus

Glenn Reynolds:
"Heh."

Barack Obama:
"Impossible to transcend."

Albert A. Gore, Jr.:
"An incontinent brute."

Rev. Jeremiah Wright:
"God damn the Gentleman Farmer."

Friends of GF's Sons:
"Is that really your dad?"

Kickball Girl:
"Keeping 'em alive until 7:45."

Hired Hand:
"I think . . . we forgot the pheasant."




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Monday, October 16, 2006

National Feral Cat Day

No, really: Today, Monday, October 16, is National Feral Cat Day. The Daytona Beach News-Journal reports:
Neither the 11 vultures nor the abandoned tires deterred cat advocate Mari Molina from stepping into the wooded lot beside a Palm Coast shopping center Friday morning.

Molina carried a water jug and canned food while she talked about learning to coexist with feral cats.

"They're part of the ecosystem," she said.

The lot of 30 to 40 felines is one of the most well-known cat colonies in Flagler County, Molina said, and on Thanksgiving people drop off turkeys. But overfeeding the cats is bad.

National Feral Cat Day on Monday marks the beginning of what Molina and other feral cat advocates hope will be a year filled with public education and aggressive animal sterilization.
Is there a licensing exam for becoming a registered "feral cat advocate?" And that "aggressive animal sterilization" part gives me the creeps. When I was in college there was a young woman who screamed something rather like that in my direction.

If you read the article, you'll discover that it's not about rounding up and adopting or destroying wild cats, but instead it's all about rounding up, spaying or neutering such cats, and then releasing them back into the "wild." I'm pretty sure the folks involved mean your neighborhood.

Did I neglect to mention that PETA was involved? Oh. You understand better, now?

Comments on "National Feral Cat Day"

 

Anonymous Uncle M said ... (3:18 PM) : 

That picture reminds me of Fred the cat a/k/a Fred "the demonic" cat who, by the way, predates HH. Consider yourself lucky, HH. Had you and Fred coexisted (a) it would have been for a very, very short period of time, and (b) your career as a(n allegedly) world-class kickball player would never have been realized. I still bear a scar from the 8 stitches required to close the gaping wound in my neck inflicted by Fred.

 

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