Home Forums Hunting & Shooting Hunter's Campfire You ever duct tape a Cats feet?

You mean, to a railroad track?

Or like, to an umbrella handle a guy pitched off a tall fire lookout tower?

Or like, tying two Tom cats tails together?

A pound of tannerite will knock the hair clean off a sleeping cat if he lays his head down on the bottle just so.

Damm ....
Some of you all are some failure to launch jr. serial killers.
I'm just talking duct tape...




LOL!!!

Got a trophy ditch tiger with a sturgeon spear in high school - he didn't like it.

Right on. I've been telling a variation of that joke for 40 years.

Ditch Tiger!!!

LMFAO!!!

Had a pretty good herd of cats around here at one time (cats are not allowed in the house here) and over the years varmints have been hard on their numbers but none so successful as a bobcat that was picking them off one at a time. Did not know what was getting them then but after awhile there was only one left. It huddled directly under the back porch deck doorway every night. Heard a commotion about 3am and got to the door in time to see that one being carried off by old Bob. Cat hair and crap all over the deck . Always wondered how that last cat felt being the "Last of the Mohicans" Cats eating cats....

When I was in fifth grade we had this big duffus looking kid that sat in the back of the class, he was probably a year or two older than the rest of us. He never talked, just kinda sat there by himself.

He got in trouble for burying a cat up to its neck and then running him over with a lawn mower. Shortly after that he soaked his neighbors dog with gas and set him on fire.

They took him away after that, where ever away was in the early 60s, he went there, never seen him again after that.

Fifth grade was a long time ago, it left a impression.

I may be the man out, but funnin' aside of taping kitty's feet to watch them high-step and shake their feet one at a time clockwise, I'm not down with feline torture. Pest cats, problem ferals, well, if they need to go, that's understandable. That said and speaking on my behalf only, woe be he who I lay eyes on being unnecessarily cruel to any critter or prolonging its demise for sport. A young lad on vacation at his grandparents' flat in Kilmarnock, Scotland about 1977 watched as a pair of local toughs set a sack of kittens ablaze and proceeded to punt said sack about a vacant lot as this young lad watched on and wept in horror. It was with great joy and satisfaction witnessing an unknown middle-aged man appear on the scene with a cricket bat that he used to bash the brains out of both of the cat burners before stomping what life was left in the smoking sack. Call that act what you like, but in my realm, it was righteous. That mannie just might've been that young bloke's uncle. Always liked Kenny. He had princples.

Renegade,

Yes sir, Alexander, NY

Had a team ldr in my sqd a looong time ago.
His family had a huge dairy farm in the area.


Tried to encourage him he had alot of potential to move up the ranks.
But he took the early outs in the early 90,s and went back.


Loss for the army IMO.
Did what was best for his desires and family.
Cant blame him for his choices.

There were enough blacksnakes (BIG blacksnakes!) to keep the mice and rats in check. Feral cats got dealt with.
No torture, but 12 ga. 00buck, .410, .22RF.

I never gave the snakes any grief. They did their job well and never gave me any trouble.

I agree with Kamo...fairly disturbing thread.

I have to agree wholeheartedly KG. When I was a teenager my senior year of high school I had a red Ford Courier pickup, that was my pride and joy. The neighbors cat would jump into the bed and take a dump everyday. One morning I was heading to my truck and caught that cat asleep in the bed. I caught her up and took her in th house and taped her feet up. Then took her back out to the truck and put her in the bed. She was slipping and sliding and trying to keep all 4 feet up at one time. When she finally got out of the truck she.never took a dump in my truck again.

Other than that I disagree with any animal cruelty.

I ended up on the wrong end of a barn cat .back in the mid 60,s was about 11 -12 yrs old ..Dads father had a farm with about 160 acres ran 12- 15 meat cows a schit load of chickens and some cats.,.,Gramma would feed cracked corn to the birds on a bird feeder off one of the kitchen windows. she ran out of corn .asked me if i would go get some.,.,.went to barn opened one of the big sliders .,.was almost dark went to turn lights on (switch was on left side of barn door on hey mow wall ,,had gotten a large hay crop..,so had to stack bales around light switch.,.left a hole a bale deep a bale tall and about 10 in. wide right at shoulder high to a 11 yr old.,.,stuck my hand in and found something soft furry and warm.,.instead of a big old rotary light switch.,.turns out momma cat had a herd of new kittens in the back of hole.,.,now I had a really bity scrachy pissed off cat stuck to my arm .,.,had to beat it on side of barn to get to it to let go.,.,got cob corn hand cranked to get kernnals then cranked throuh cracker.,.filled bucket.,took back to Gramma then got disenfected and bandages.,.,Kinda think Dad and Grammps knew about ma cat !!!

No, but my brothers and I used to put them in the neighbors mailbox and then watch him open it up...That was hilarious.

Such disturbing thoughts.

Animal cruelty is just plain sick - well- maybe if motives are pure it's a bit OK.

BIL had a barn cat that would wait until the milking machine lid was off or ajar, then get in there front feet first, back feet on the rim to lick the bottom milk out. Got tired of it (having to rinse out the machine before further use) so I just foot boosted his back feet off the rim, slapped the lid on and gave him 3 seconds of vacuum. He came out of there going about Mach 3, was gone for several days, but never, ever again pulled that stunt. Problem solved.

Our last Dachshund didn't ever "high step" when we put booties on him for winter walks. He just rolled over on his back with all four feet in the air until we took them off again. Our current Doxie does do the high-step until he manages to loose the booties. We go through a lot of booties- just bought 3 more sets yesterday. They ain't cheap, either!

Sure as hell that is funny and you best be ready to duck!