Whenever I think about feral cats, I can't help but recall the timeless wisdom of that great American philosopher, Gene Tracy:
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Once upon a time, a priest was walking to town. As he came up to the old bridge over the river, he noticed a youngster sitting on the edge of the bridge with his feet dangling over the water. The boy had a glass bottle full of some sort of oily liquid, and he was tilting it back and forth looking at the world through it.
As the priest got closer, he said "What have you got there, son?"
The kid replies, "This here is turpentine - the most powerful ******* liquid in the whole ****** world!"
The priest, a bit shocked by this, says "No no son, holy water is the most powerful liquid in the world!"
The kid says, "********, I'm telling you this here turpentine is the most powerful liquid in the world!"
The priest, now a bit irritated, says "Son, holy water is the most powerful liquid in the world. If you rub a bit of it on a pregnant woman's tummy, she will pass a beautiful baby boy into the world!"
The kid looks up at the priest and sneers, "Heck that ain't NOTHIN', if you rub some of this here stuff on a cat's be-hind, he can pass a ******* MOTORCYCLE... . "
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