Oh, the poor feral cats! Those poor, nasty, aggressive and thoroughly problematic wild animals that had infested the new location of the Fox affiliate in Richmond. Instead of being lovingly brought in by the Richmond SPCA and offered to unsuspecting victims as adoptive pets, they were bulldozed by a pest control company. Liberals, who probably have never experienced the joy of encountering feral cats, are utterly horrified. I, on the other hand, am just in awe of the creativity this company displayed while providing such a valuable service to the community. A Bulldozer. I would have never come up with that one.
I grew up in dairy farm country in upstate New York. Every farmer in the area seemed to have a herd of cats that roamed the barns and were a natural pest control solution. These were more livestock than pets, but because they were in frequent contact with farmworkers, they weren’t particularly troublesome and sometimes would even accept some petting. Seeing not terribly social cats around a dairy farm was common, and no one thought much about it.
Then the family-owned dairy farms started folding in New York, for a variety of reasons that included wholesale milk prices falling and a crushing level of tax increases that the state enacted. The equipment and livestock was auctioned off, and these farms were pretty much abandoned. No one lined up to buy a bunch of cats, and the sheer numbers of these — there would often be twenty or more on a good-sized farm — meant that a lot of these got abandoned also. They hung around the barns for a while, until the last corn, silage and grain scattered around was consumed by rodents. The rodents moved on, and then without anything to eat, these cats set out on their own, into the fields and woods. These were the same fields and woods that we played in as kids, and hunted in for deer, pheasant, ducks, and geese when we were old enough to get a hunting license.
So I ran into these feral cats all the time. What a nasty, agressive, thoroghly disturbing creature a wildcat is. They raided our garbage cans, attacked our pets, threatened people walking in the woods, and were well beyond nuisance. Wildcats are a scourge. We shot them on sight, as we did with feral dogs that would sometimes pack up and start taking livestock from the remaining farms. Feral dogs were usually pretty secretive and stayed away from people, so the only incentive to control that population were the bounties that the county paid on carcasses. With feral cats, no bounty was required. We were inspired to eradicate them because of their behavior.
I can only imagine what a whole colony of these things would have been like. Now I suppose it’s possible to try to get animal control folks to wander into such a place and try to humanely capture dozens of nasty, snarling, agressive wildcats intent on biting and scratching them, but I can’t imagine anyone who would be willing to do so. This ain’t fluffy, who along with his fifty buddies is holed up in some old lady’s house turning it into a disaster (I’ve been there, done that, and those cats aren’t all that troublesome if you can stand the stench). These are wild animals protecting their turf and their offspring, in number, and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere near such a place without a flamethrower.
Since deploying flamethrowers in the City of Richmond isn’t quite legal, nor is it likely that the tied and true method of using a .22 rifle would be tolerated by city denizens, heavy equipment is an utterly brilliant solution to the problem. City folks aren’t unaccustomed to construction equipment rattling their senses, and it sure does get the job done. Just ask the soldiers who employed Combat Engineer Vehicles that sport a plow to bulldoze Iraqi soldiers holed up in trenches rather than go toe-to-toe at close range with bayonets and grenades during Desert Storm. If it’s good enough to use against enemy soldiers, it’s darned well good enough to use against a colony of wildcats, and it’s probably a lot less disturbing to neighbors than having gunfire ring out for a good part of the day outside of July 4th.
Of course the liberals are aghast. I guess they haven’t ever encountered feral cats before. If they’re all that concerned about them, I’m sure that where there’s some, there are inevitably more, and they can go root around Richmond for all the feral cats that they can possibly take in. Have at it liberals, take ‘em in. Save the poor wildcats. When they do so though, I’d suggest they wear a facemask and a cup. Feral cats like to go after your eyes and your gonads. It would be a wonderful opportunity to demonstrate just how painful stupidity can be.
Wildcats make just about as good a housepet at this guy. I encourage all of the liberals screaming bloody murder here to un-stupidify themselves as soon as they can by finding a feral cat and taking it into their home.
UPDATE: Yes, readers, the picture above of the “lost cat” is actually a possum (or opossum, if you prefer), and not a cat. Duh. This poster apparently appeared in a store window in some obviously urban venue last year, demonstrating how stupidity can sometimes be somewhat painful.
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