Now, lady, if you're going to get sissy for those vicious little birdkillers, it's probably time to drop out now as the first part of the discussion regards the relative sweetness of cat meat versus dog meat and Vietnamese swear cat meat has a much sweeter and more delicate nuance. What says you love cats more than eating them, huh?
Yah, yah, I know you want to round up the PTA, the Daughters of the American Republic, and maybe some cheeseheads you can gather up at Tea Party meetings because, by God, you'll bring civilization to those damn Vietnamese.
Tip to Feline Mama: America tried that once before. It didn't work out so well.
Trying to convince me that the consumption of cats in your evening's repast is pointless as I have ample reason.
Because.
Cats wait until you are asleep. They wait until your friend is asleep in another room. They wait until the other guy is playing World of Tanks and is distracted.
This is when at least one and maybe both cats discovered I had neglected to turn off the PA speakers. This means only one thing to cats: jump on the keyboard and play "Smoke on the Water" ... very loud.
The more astute observers will likely already have deduced the problem. Cats do not know how to play "Smoke on the Water" very well, although they have mastered the very loud part (i.e. all of it).
So.
You have two alternatives:
Yah, yah, I know you want to round up the PTA, the Daughters of the American Republic, and maybe some cheeseheads you can gather up at Tea Party meetings because, by God, you'll bring civilization to those damn Vietnamese.
Tip to Feline Mama: America tried that once before. It didn't work out so well.
Trying to convince me that the consumption of cats in your evening's repast is pointless as I have ample reason.
Because.
Cats wait until you are asleep. They wait until your friend is asleep in another room. They wait until the other guy is playing World of Tanks and is distracted.
This is when at least one and maybe both cats discovered I had neglected to turn off the PA speakers. This means only one thing to cats: jump on the keyboard and play "Smoke on the Water" ... very loud.
The more astute observers will likely already have deduced the problem. Cats do not know how to play "Smoke on the Water" very well, although they have mastered the very loud part (i.e. all of it).
So.
You have two alternatives:
- Teach the cats how to play "Smoke on the Water"
- Eat them
Well, kids, I've heard "Smoke on the Water" way more times than my life ever needed. I compare that knowledge with the testimony of millions of Vietnamese that cats are good to eat.
So, I ask you. What would I decide, I mean, other than what would be the best condiments to serve with cat and which wine is the best choice for the meal.
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