Used to shoot a lot of the bastards when I lived in Central Victoria. They were huge and aggressive, if treed or cornered they would snarl and spit. My brother warns his neighbours that he will shoot any cat on his property without a collar. They bleat, but after a couple of cats end up dead, the rest suddenly acquire bright-coloured collars. There are a couple hanging around here that are will end up as insoles in my boots, soon. I'll have my .22 close to hand, one evening...
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