Wild Cats
By Jim Stone, The Pickleville Philosopher
About 13 years ago in the middle of winter when it was about
23 degrees below, I went to take the garbage
out and even though I wasn’t going anywhere I like to start the truck up and
just let it warm up.
So I went to start the truck up and saw a cat with his
head stuck in a Campbell’s Chicken Noodle Soup can. The cat was totally wild. I had to pin the cat down with a heavy thistle
broom and then I had to pull the Campbell’s Chicken Noodle Soup can off its head.
So I named the cat, Miss Mischievous.
The next day the cat got stuck in another can trying to get
that last little bit of good stuff that we try to shake out of the bottom of
the can. But nope, shake, shake, shake. Nope, there’s still just a tidbit in
the bottom of the can. It hadn’t learned a thing. So I unstuck it again.
I love to hunt and harvest wild, fair chase fish and animals,
humanely, but when it’s not fair chase putting good wholesome food on your
table to nourish and strengthen our bodies is getting to be a rare thing. Maybe even for cats.
My point is these wild cats are so spoiled. I wish they would let me pet them. But one thing we all have to remember is that
we can all help wild things but we must just let wild things stay wild.
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