Ralph the Cat, being, well, a cat. and at that being a cat he is well versed in the ways of the outdoors cat,(such as how to show up for food) and knowing well how to kiss his owners a## at the appropriate times such as 'feeding time', or perhaps 'leftover time', or maybe 'clickity'clickity' 'snap' 'pop' as the sound of only the most perfect of cat food 'can' sound, had a problem. a rather large reddish brown feline of the male persuasion had glommed onto his (ralphs) personal, catlike, feeding ritual inside the 'garage', through the 'catdoor' at approximately 6 p.m.. for many nights, ralph was badly beaten and starved from his daily handout.
As ralphs supporter,(owner) i would hear this horrid yowling in the f##king garage, run in there, and see fur floating in the air and this big m.f. cat running out the cat door. ah, what to do? life out in the nevada desert is bad enough, what with coyotes, feral dogs, and such, all out trying to snack on cats/or whatever. ralph is an ok cat, and takes good care of the rodents around the place, a fine, outdoors working cat, so he at least deserves a bit of grub in the evening.
i fixed this little critter problem. what do you think i did? true story to follow, and yes it involves a firearm. remember,i do have neighbors, not too close, but sound travels a long way in the desert night...........