...How many cats is "a significant number?"
If it's "one," then my spouse and I
both married loonies. (And saved two other people!)
I was never "anti," I grew up around 'em and one of my father's farming friends used to send me out target-shooting with a .22 revolver whenever we visited just to get me out of the way -- he had no kids my age and I was too young to do more than annoy the adults. (H'mm, I
still annoy the adults. Oh well). But I didn't own one for years after I was on my own. It was an expense I could avoid. Once I'd moved to the big city and got held up a few times (man, a .38 muzzle is
huge from the wrong side!), it stopped being all that avoidable, and now hubby and I have, umm, many handguns and we both carry all the time.
However, I've always been anti-moron. The gangpunks and the really clueless types you sometimes dodge at the range (the ones who don't realize a firearm is
not a pointer or conductor's baton!) irk me no end. They do tend to be self-limiting but it's small consolation when you're sharing space with 'em. Don't know what I'd do about 'em if I ran the world -- a good slapping-around seems like too little, too late, but it would be personally comforting....
--Herself
