Originally Posted by FlaChief58 (Post 15775641)

It comes down to a liability issue. If the cat was on your property then sure, let the neighbor know. It's their responsibility to keep their pet secure so they would have no legal recourse. If your dog got out and killed it, then probably not. They could sue you for their loss which in most cases would be the value of the cat. Tree fiddy ought to just about cover it.

Originally Posted by Dayze (Post 15775702)

reminds me of our cat growing up. huge cat. Was a total outdoor cat. Once he didn't come home for like a week, then we hear him meowing in the basement window well; cat got hit by a car. So he ended up getting a new hip and pins in his legs.

This cat would leave for days at a time; constantly had gummed up fur on his back from laying under cars in the driveway / getting oil on his fur. Once i was about 3 miles away on my bicycle, and I saw him; he looked right at me and slinkered down into a storm drain.

My brother was riding his bike home one evening, and came rushing inside to get a big duffle bag. He came back with the cat, and said he was fighting 3 other cats at the apartment complex down the street.

We once witnessed him fighting a possum in the yard. A while later, a deer had stumbled into our yard after getting hit by a car and died, and my dad made the joke that "I"ll be damned...Snoopy bagged a deer".

When he got hit by the car, my car lost one of his teeth; and so when he would yawn and close his mouth, the upper tooth that was missing would make the bottom tooth push up his upper lip by his nose....so he always had sort of a street tuff snarl / Elvis thing going on LMAO.

That cat was a tough MF. Dude only came inside to sleep after he was out for a 3 or 4 day bender; and the only one who could pet him was my brother. he'd just growl at everyone else. He'd kill birds, mice, moles, rabbits...That bastard lived for like 18 years.

Originally Posted by Cntrygal (Post 15775674)

I never thought I'd agree with something like this. But, my neighbors from hell and seeing how society has changed as a whole would encourage me to keep my mouth shut.

Originally Posted by Dayze (Post 15775702)

reminds me of our cat growing up. huge cat. Was a total outdoor cat. Once he didn't come home for like a week, then we hear him meowing in the basement window well; cat got hit by a car. So he ended up getting a new hip and pins in his legs.

This cat would leave for days at a time; constantly had gummed up fur on his back from laying under cars in the driveway / getting oil on his fur. Once i was about 3 miles away on my bicycle, and I saw him; he looked right at me and slinkered down into a storm drain.

My brother was riding his bike home one evening, and came rushing inside to get a big duffle bag. He came back with the cat, and said he was fighting 3 other cats at the apartment complex down the street.

We once witnessed him fighting a possum in the yard. A while later, a deer had stumbled into our yard after getting hit by a car and died, and my dad made the joke that "I"ll be damned...Snoopy bagged a deer".

When he got hit by the car, my car lost one of his teeth; and so when he would yawn and close his mouth, the upper tooth that was missing would make the bottom tooth push up his upper lip by his nose....so he always had sort of a street tuff snarl / Elvis thing going on LMAO.

That cat was a tough MF. Dude only came inside to sleep after he was out for a 3 or 4 day bender; and the only one who could pet him was my brother. he'd just growl at everyone else. He'd kill birds, mice, moles, rabbits...That bastard lived for like 18 years.

Originally Posted by ROYC75 (Post 15775605)

And saw your dog kill the neighbor's cat in your yard, would you tell them?

Yes?

No?

Originally Posted by Why Not? (Post 15775696)

Lol. But he does have a bell on his collar. Mice, chipmunks and squirrels in my neighborhood must be deaf as shit.

Originally Posted by oldman (Post 15775722)

We've lost a few cats that snuck out over the years and that's just what happens. Our hillbilly neighbor about lost his mind about his chickens, though. He was raising them in his garage and letting them roam during the day. After he lost about a half a dozen, he called the sheriff blaming my dogs. Well, we have a Pet DeFence, so I showed the deputy and she said if Foghorn Leghorn was in my yard, he was fair game. Sure enough one ventured over and our lab got him. Called the neighbor and told them to come get the damn thing out of my yard. He sent his cousin wife over to get it. They may have had chicken soup that night, but I can't say for sure. They built a coop later, but the coyotes figured out how to get in, so no more damn chickens.

BTW, the deputy bought one for her dogs a week later.

https://petdefence.com/

Originally Posted by notorious (Post 15775845)

Then you have the other side of the coin: The Farm Cat.

Out of the average litter of 6, we end up with 2 that will survive the first year if it's a tough batch.

They love getting into cars, my son caught one in his Razr 170 (I told him I ran over it to make him feel better), owls, hawks, coyotes, etc.

At one point we needed new blood, so we would take the strays from our nearby town and release them.

Out of 9, ONE survived the first week, and she's been pumping out kittens like a factory for the past year.

My employee came up with a great name for the farm. She called it "Meowschwitz"

Originally Posted by wazu (Post 15776216)

Pit bulls are such loving, misunderstood creatures.

Originally Posted by wazu (Post 15776216)

Pit bulls are such loving, misunderstood creatures.

Originally Posted by Buehler445 (Post 15776372)

Dude.

We have one that won’t ****ing die. The sister****ing Siamese jackass can’t be bothered to use the litterbox so he shits on the floor.

So we kinda don’t care if it goes away. But it gets along with the good cat, and he doesn’t get all wonky because he’s lonely. But seriously this thing won’t die.

There are a ****load of coyotes around and my **** sister can’t keep cats to save her **** ass, but this thing won’t die. It roams all over **** and the coyotes leave it alone. And it’s not like it’s a clever cat running tactically sound maneuvers. Nope. It’s all open fields around the farm no trees to even run up. And he’s mostly oblivious. I’ll run across him down the road and he is surprised as shit when he sees me. And it’s not like I’m fast or quiet. Literally I’ve seen him jacking around in a field on the way to work, then, closer to the shop I run across a coyote, and he never seems to get ate. I’m convinced he tastes like shit.

My nephew got pissed off at him and threw him out of his pickup. He was gone for awhile and rolled back in all gimpy and hungry. Thought for sure his leg was broke and he was probably septic or would be soon. NOPE. Must have been dislocated or something. ****ers fine now. Shitting all over the floor.

The ****.

You want him?