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My mother is talking about her friend, the vegan, PETA-supporting animal lover:
My mother: She even likes that stupid thing that attacked her dog!
Me: The fisher cat?
Handy visual aide of a fisher cat. You're welcome.
My mother: (in a tone of disgust) Yeah, it almost killed the dog, but now she makes sure to leave food out for it so it won't try to eat the dog again. That stupid thing! Hanging in the tree like that! It skeeves me to think about it!
Me: Feeding him does seem like a bad idea.
My mother: Tell me about it. I'd shoot that son of a bitch in a heartbeat.
Me: Shoot him with what?
My mother: I'd buy a special fisher cat gun. Trust me, I'd get rid of him, if he tried to eat my dog.
Luckily for all local fisher cats, my mother doesn't have a dog.
My mother: She even likes that stupid thing that attacked her dog!
Me: The fisher cat?
Handy visual aide of a fisher cat. You're welcome.
My mother: (in a tone of disgust) Yeah, it almost killed the dog, but now she makes sure to leave food out for it so it won't try to eat the dog again. That stupid thing! Hanging in the tree like that! It skeeves me to think about it!
Me: Feeding him does seem like a bad idea.
My mother: Tell me about it. I'd shoot that son of a bitch in a heartbeat.
Me: Shoot him with what?
My mother: I'd buy a special fisher cat gun. Trust me, I'd get rid of him, if he tried to eat my dog.
Luckily for all local fisher cats, my mother doesn't have a dog.
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