Evil aerospace engineer proposes to resort to Ultra Violence [set to the music of Beethoven?] in quest to rid the world of these brutes forever [supported in this by purist accomplist in Indiana]. But wait-enterprising Georgia boy rushes to save the cats before they can meet a pyrotechnical end!
Wow. I'm not sure how to respond.
But, lots of good ideas which I really appreciate. Cecil, if, I am ever successful, I will seriously think about an article.
It is about to storm, so I came in early tonight. It's been thundering off in the distance for quite some time.
Neither my wife nor I fed pellets tonight (she does the 4:00 pm feeding, and I do the 7:30 pm feeding). Instead, I thought I'd try chumming with some cut up shrimp this evening. For some reason, no cats came to visit, but the bluegill went absolutely berserk. Maybe it was the approaching storm.
I used some of the cut up shrimp with my jigging rod, and as soon as the shrimp hit the water, I'd have a big bluegill -- male and female were both hitting, all between 8 and 11 inches. I think I brought in eight of them in less than ten minutes. I'm still not seeing any nests, but they all looked like they were ready to start filling the nests.
Anyway, no cats to be seen anywhere tonight. But today, a friend at work (another evil aerospace engineer) said that if I can get the cats to come up for feed, he'd be glad to come over a couple of times per month with his "fishing" bow. That may be the answer to at least thinning a few out.
Lastly, if I ever get them thinned out, the replacements are going in cages the size of Cecil's. In Bill Cody's latest installment about cages, I think he said cats were moderately difficult to raise in cages. Bill -- I can't wait for the next installment.
Thanks all --
Ken G.
