Cats are a bloody waste of space as a pet,. . . .all they want humans for is to open their damned tins for them. . . .if they were that sophisticated and clever, as they seem to think they are ( my observation ) then they should figure a way to do that themselves.
When I lived in Brisbane, I had a dog ( named "Bluey". . . although he did NOT have ginger hair. . . . ) he was a breed known as a Queensland Blue Heeler. . . . . .evil piece of work him,. . . used to roll over on his back when he saw a neighbourhood cat, and pretend that he was friendly. . .yeah. . .right,. . .then as the cat came within striking range, he would eviscerate it within about five seconds, the evil little sod. . . . .
He used to drag dead snakes up our back steps ( we lived on a hillside ) and yap a couple of times,,. meaning, look at this Dad,. . .aren't I clever. . . ! ! He once he dragged a "not quite dead yet" tiger snake into the kitchen, ( I didn't know it was a tiger until my mate Namor {that's "Roman" spelt backwards. . .} told me it was when he saw it in the garbage can. . . ) and the Memsaab nearly had an attack of the vapours [ she had an inexplicable phobia about snakeys. . . although, to my knowledge, she had never seen one up close. . .] when the thing came back to life and slithered under the sofa. . . . . I tried to remove it with a broom, but had to resort to my shottie, and repair the lounge room floorboards later. . . . .( oooh, now there's brave for you isn't it. . .) I have no actual fear of reptiles, but if I don't know what it is,. . .I'm not going to risk getting a nip. . .might be off work for the rest of my death and all that. . . . I HAD thought about shooting the bloody dog as well,. . .but didn't have any more cartridges. . . . .
Oh well. . .ce la vie. . . .In Murrarie. . . .