Neither my previous (dead of cancer) nor current cat exhibit any sort of hunting behavior not even bugs. The previous cat was all of 6lbs. and didn’t have claws when I adopted her. Perhaps I should not have taken in the one-eyed starving cat that came to my door begging for food and a home? Keeping them inside was not an option. (See below.)

My street is on the edge of town, a rung in a ladder. No traffic but people that live here, and there’s only a few.

Both were fully vaxxed with a clean bill of health and regular vet visits.

Now here’s the part where HamSwagwich@showeq.com explains that, none the less, I’m an asshole.

If these people want to argue the morality of allowing cats outside, let’s hear them defend keeping them inside. Their cats are not behaving normally, but they think it’s cute and funny.

“LOL, my cat’s so neurotic and weird! I love him so much!”

Yeah, about that. Cats that allowed outdoors don’t do any of that weird shit. They’re content and calm.

While we’re at it, I had an outdoor cat 25-years ago. Killing machine, barely ate his cat food. He caught all the mice in my house and hunted the industrial area out back for more rodents. Ya know, the whole reason we domesticated cats in the first place? (Never killed a bird for whatever reason. Dunno.)

He was another rescue in dire straits. Hook, round and tape worms, fleas and ticks, blacked ears with mites and feline leukemia. Vet told me to kill him. I saved his life instead.

And it’s not like I have a choice given the giant dog door for the pigs. But remember kids, I’m an immoral asshole, circumstances be damned. Enjoy your nervous, freaky, fucked up indoor cats.

Yikes, you know people that hurt other people often start with animals, right? I feel bad for your pets.