Mark Tyson
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Is it possible the officer thought it was a Lynx or Bobcat?
Officer responds to Cougar call...Kills Kitty Cat
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Carlos
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Nope. I think he was a pure moron. 60 yards and can't tell the difference between a cat and a mountain lion/cougar/lynx/bobcat?
Oh Please!!!!
"It charged m-m-me, s-s-so I shot it."
Wonder if this moron is related to OFC. Hall?
Oh Please!!!!
"It charged m-m-me, s-s-so I shot it."
Wonder if this moron is related to OFC. Hall?
Baba Louie
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Dang fine shootin to hit such a small elusive claw wielding target I say
"HEY! It COULD have been a cougar! I wasn't takin' any chances"
"I feared for my Life"
"Danger is my business"
"Oh SURE, They ALL start out small"
"She SAID she had a cougar in her yard"
"I'm a dog lover myself"
"The only good cat..."
and lastly...
"Baaaad ol' Puddy Tatt"
I'm sorry.
I just find a little humor in sick things I guess. I'd be upset if John Law wasted one of my two felines, but in the overall picture... its still funny... and good shootin' too. How many rounds of what caliber from what distance in what light does it take to put one of those ferocious beasties down anyway? Enquiring minds want to know.
"HEY! It COULD have been a cougar! I wasn't takin' any chances"
"I feared for my Life"
"Danger is my business"
"Oh SURE, They ALL start out small"
"She SAID she had a cougar in her yard"
"I'm a dog lover myself"
"The only good cat..."
and lastly...
"Baaaad ol' Puddy Tatt"
I'm sorry.
I just find a little humor in sick things I guess. I'd be upset if John Law wasted one of my two felines, but in the overall picture... its still funny... and good shootin' too. How many rounds of what caliber from what distance in what light does it take to put one of those ferocious beasties down anyway? Enquiring minds want to know.
gunsmith
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Master Blaster
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Hey the cat rushed the policeman, It was screeching like a banshee meow, meow, meow, meow, BANG.
You have seen a house cat charge right???, you know like when you put down the food bowl.
Some folks are afraid of animals even house cats.
He had on his bulletproof vest, his nomex suit, his Baclava, and those gloves with the weighted knuckles, that drag on the ground, even when he walks upright. He lined up the target in his ACOG,
And the cat rushed him yowling aggressively MEOW, MEOW
The officer pictured below was quoted as saying:
"He was big as a house he was mean his jaws were slavering as his gaze met mine, I knew it was him or me. If I was to go home at the end of my shift I had to act"
Here is the Officer's picture:
you get the picture.
Officer Morris Use
his friends call him MOUSE for short.
You have seen a house cat charge right???, you know like when you put down the food bowl.
Some folks are afraid of animals even house cats.
He had on his bulletproof vest, his nomex suit, his Baclava, and those gloves with the weighted knuckles, that drag on the ground, even when he walks upright. He lined up the target in his ACOG,
And the cat rushed him yowling aggressively MEOW, MEOW
The officer pictured below was quoted as saying:
"He was big as a house he was mean his jaws were slavering as his gaze met mine, I knew it was him or me. If I was to go home at the end of my shift I had to act"
Here is the Officer's picture:
you get the picture.
Officer Morris Use
his friends call him MOUSE for short.
Orthonym
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On shooting house cats: A comment and an anecdote.
First, the comment: People here, myself among them, have remarked upon the supposed visual deficiencies of the hapless policeman; what about the defective eyesight of the original complainers?
The anecdote: I don't think anyone here needs reminding that R. A. Heinlein was a serious, heavy-duty ailurophile. Even so, he contemplated shooting a domestic kitty dead, at least once.
Mr. H was on the Navy pistol team back in the 20s or 30s, I believe. A good shot, in other words. In later life he kept his pistol in the house, but well-greased, disassembled and securely stored. Why not, there were few nasty criminals roaming around in the 50s. IIRC, there were only two occasions which prompted him to assemble the piece and load it:
1.A feral cat was terrorizing, and beating up upon, Mr. H's own kittycat. I imagine that he thought, as do I, that there are good kitties and bad kitties, just as there are good humans and bad humans. I think the outcome was an anticlimax; the bad kitty went away before being shot, and never came back.
2. The icky, creepy BAD occasion: The Tate/LaBianca murders. When he learned that one of Charly Manson's bastard babies was named Valentine Michael Smith, he understandably freaked out and armed himself. After all, he lived not far from the places where the horrors occurred. I'm reminded of the scene in "Bridge on the River Kwai" in which the British army officer belatedly comes to his senses and falls upon the exploder device.
What I'm trying to say here, as someone who is fond of cats, is that yes, sometimes it's not just okay, but praiseworthy to shoot kittykats,
But
MAKE SURE YOU SHOOT THE RIGHT CAT!
First, the comment: People here, myself among them, have remarked upon the supposed visual deficiencies of the hapless policeman; what about the defective eyesight of the original complainers?
The anecdote: I don't think anyone here needs reminding that R. A. Heinlein was a serious, heavy-duty ailurophile. Even so, he contemplated shooting a domestic kitty dead, at least once.
Mr. H was on the Navy pistol team back in the 20s or 30s, I believe. A good shot, in other words. In later life he kept his pistol in the house, but well-greased, disassembled and securely stored. Why not, there were few nasty criminals roaming around in the 50s. IIRC, there were only two occasions which prompted him to assemble the piece and load it:
1.A feral cat was terrorizing, and beating up upon, Mr. H's own kittycat. I imagine that he thought, as do I, that there are good kitties and bad kitties, just as there are good humans and bad humans. I think the outcome was an anticlimax; the bad kitty went away before being shot, and never came back.
2. The icky, creepy BAD occasion: The Tate/LaBianca murders. When he learned that one of Charly Manson's bastard babies was named Valentine Michael Smith, he understandably freaked out and armed himself. After all, he lived not far from the places where the horrors occurred. I'm reminded of the scene in "Bridge on the River Kwai" in which the British army officer belatedly comes to his senses and falls upon the exploder device.
What I'm trying to say here, as someone who is fond of cats, is that yes, sometimes it's not just okay, but praiseworthy to shoot kittykats,
But
MAKE SURE YOU SHOOT THE RIGHT CAT!
seeker_two
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Fortunately for the investigation, the whole thing was caught on video...
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