Confession is Good for the Soul
Now that the MSM buzz over Michael Vick has taken to the back burner and that the statute of limitations has finally expired, I would like to take this time to confess some transgressions of my former life.Many years ago while living down south, I made a living by training a pride of cats for catfighting and gambling on the matches. It was a big draw in that neck of the swampy woods. It was a cultural thing.
The following pictures show the training of two of my biggest moneymakers:
3 comments:
I loved this post. Terrifically funny. However, a group of cats is called a clowder or a clutter, not a pride. (A group of kittens is a kindle.)
Yes, but these murderous critters have the hearts of lions!
The circuit was originally called 'Pride Fighting,' but that title was stolen by some silly TV show.
These pictures are over 10 years old. Patella Axilla Auditory Meatal Furball was hit by a car several years ago, but Kittyanna Katrina Kallikovski Mayovich is retired and still in the household.
Andrew, is your blog available to be read?
I'm afraid not, Steve. There isn't much in the blog at all. I had a handful of posts on really boring subjects like epistemology and ethics, but then I got really busy and had to shut it down, much to the disappointment of both of my readers. Maybe one of these years, I'll clean up the posts and start adding new content and open it up.
You should consider "Clutter Fighting," though only a handful of people would get it.
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