SO many cats,
SO few recipies.
cat: the other white meat
Have you ever eaten cat?
Theres the wind up and the pitch!
I’ve had catfish… that certainly ties the last few post together, dunnit?
interesting hook 
The problem with my cat is I was nice to her and now she’s taken advantage of that and thinks she’s in charge. She now wakes me up at 5 A.M. by jumping onto the bed and tapping my leg twice to let her out and then again 45 minutes later by clawing onto the window screen to let her back in. The going after the birds problem I thought was solved by putting a bell on her collar but she’s very fast and sneaky and now I’m considering a bigger bell.
a classic need for a cow bell
get one that is heavy enough that she can not get to the window 
Well said! 
Ah, there’s the thing. And cats do what cats do, including crunching any small defenseless thing that comes close enough.
And what’s with this nonsense about “owning” cats? People don’t own cats: cats exploit people. It’s part of a plan… a vast and terrifying plan. 
“Our” cat does the most withering line in contemptuous glares. Leaves no room for doubt about the ownership situation.
And cats do what cats do, including crunching any small defenseless thing that comes close enough.
You can say that again, I saw one of ours jump up one night in the garden and pluck a bat out of mid air.
The Goldcrest is smaller.
http://www.rspb.org.uk/wildlife/birdguide/name/g/goldcrest/index.asp
We have a good population of Goldcrests in our local park, 5 minutes walk from my house, but they only really like conifers, so we don’t see them in our garden. I usually hear them before I see them, and then stand still and watch closely to see these beautifully coloured but shy birds hopping from branch to branch.
We do get Blue Tits, Great Tits, Longtail Tits (very occasionally) and Wrens, all of which use our apple tree for cover and foraging.
And for those that remember, once we had ducks.
What about the fuzzy vommmmit?
let’s keep it clean…this is a PG-17 site!!! 
Have you ever eaten cat?
I know people who ate them during the winter of 1944. Said it was pretty good, tasted like rabbit, hence the nickname ‘roof rabbit’ that was widely used at that time and place.
If you’ve ever eaten at a Chinese restaurant, chances are you’ve already had cat.
djm
Thus the Strawbs lyrics for “Back in the Old Routine”
“I drop in at the local for a pint and a chat
End up at the takeaway for Siamese cat”
An oldie but a goodie.
djm
I can see no downside except the loss felt when a dear one dies. Mine is curled up on my pipe bag down below on the old boat as I type. She is always trying to jump the big heron that lands on the stern rail early in the morning. She’s 'bout the finest company I know.
and JOSEPH E, WHAT ABOUT THAT FUZZY VOMIT!
Might could write an uilleann rap tune starting with that line.
Got three cats at the moment. Two are downstairs and one is banished to the upstairs since she bloodied the ear of the smallest of the older littermates.
Useless as mousers, though. Generally they just demoralize the mouse until it’s huddled up under the toilet (neither bathroom having a mouse-sized escape route).
The new hero in my life is a rat terrier, and aptly named he is! He’s killed two mice in the house and would love to get his chops on the chipmunks who taunt him on our walk.
