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Current Events => General Discussion => Topic started by: thundley4 on December 27, 2012, 10:53:33 PM
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Cat.
Descendants of Ernest Hemingway’s six-toed cat Snowball that live at his museum home are subject to federal regulation because they substantially affect interstate commerce, a federal appeals court has ruled.
The cats roam the late author’s former Key West home at 907 Whitehead Street, now a museum that hosts daily tours and weddings, report the Christian Science Monitor and National Public Radio. On Friday, the Atlanta-based 11th U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals ruled (PDF) that the U.S. Department of Agriculture has the authority to regulate the felines.
http://www.abajournal.com/news/article/hemingway_cat_descendants_are_regulated_by_federal_law_appeals_court_says/?utm_source=maestro&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=weekly_email
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Guarenteed half the population of The Island have clicked here in indignation. :lmao:
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The USDA acted after a visitor complained several years ago about the museum’s care of the cats. The agency wanted the museum to obtain an animal exhibitor’s license; either cage the cats at night, construct a higher fence to contain them, or hire a night watchman to keep an eye on them; tag each cat; and construct “elevated resting surfaces†for animals, according to the opinion.
Cage the cats at night? Night watchman to keep an eye on them? Dude, they are cats.
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Cage the cats at night? Night watchman to keep an eye on them? Dude, they are cats.
My X had a horny tom cat that would travel for miles to get some.................................stuff. I once had to drive 12 miles to pick his ass up. He would usually be gone about a month and then come home looking like death warmed over. On his last foray he didn't quite make it home, he died in the neighbors backyard.
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Guarenteed half the population of The Island have clicked here in indignation. :lmao:
To say nothing of a good third of the CC'ers.
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Cage the cats at night? Night watchman to keep an eye on them? Dude, they are cats.
It sounds like a job for Frank.
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Orwell was right.
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My X had a horny tom cat that would travel for miles to get some.................................stuff. I once had to drive 12 miles to pick his ass up. He would usually be gone about a month and then come home looking like death warmed over. On his last foray he didn't quite make it home, he died in the neighbors backyard.
Wow. That old saying "he'll be chasing it until the day he dies" rings true. Hmmm...
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:rotf:
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Cage the cats at night? Night watchman to keep an eye on them? Dude, they are cats.
Never been to Rome , Italy, I guess!!!
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Guarenteed half the population of The Island have clicked here in indignation. :lmao:
Well, I clicked here out of curiousity. I think I wuz punked, thought this was gonna be a joke....on further reflection, perhaps it really IS a joke. :lmao:
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Never been to Rome , Italy, I guess!!!
The cats there wander around. Saw tons of them lounging in what's left of the Forum. Sorta like the pigeons in San Marco square in Venice, but much, much cuter.
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My X had a horny tom cat that would travel for miles to get some.................................stuff. I once had to drive 12 miles to pick his ass up. He would usually be gone about a month and then come home looking like death warmed over. On his last foray he didn't quite make it home, he died in the neighbors backyard.
Well, at least that tom spread himself wide before he died. :cheersmate:
We had a purebred Chihuahua that was the same, minus the month long absence. My Dad got him off an old lady for free, Jose Pedro VII, one guess as to his forefathers' names. :-) That was in Montgomery, AL, and the AP's chased him home several times. Mom would open the door and he'd shoot straight under the couch or a bed. AP's would knock and ask if we owned a chihuahua...Mom would lie, or maybe not, no one really owns such an animal. :whistling:
When Dad transferred from Maxwell AFB to Lackland AFB where he retired, of course Pedro came with us...he impregnanted lots of bitches in heat. We had irate parent parents show up, oh well. As my Dad would tell them, lock up your bitches if you don't want Pedro visiting.
Pedro died from a heart attack when he was 18; he'd been with us since he was 1 and I was 7. He was my dog inasmuch as he belonged to anyone in the family, given the choice he'd always come to me over the rest. God, but I loved that dog. I got a letter from Mom when I was stationed in Germany that not only had Pedro died, but my second father, SFC Longoria, who'd been my ROTC Rifle Team instructor through high school. Damn, I had to go to the bathroom and bawl like a baby and not a first lieutenant for an hour. :bawl:
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I've been to Hemingway House.
There are a gazillion cats there....as there are all over Key West. The cats escape over the walls at Hemingway's and get with the other cats hanging around...and more little 6toed cats appear.
Doesn't the government have more important things to do that keep track of the Hemingway cats?
(http://bestfloridavacationspots.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/Hemingway-House-Urinal-Key-West.jpg)
(http://www2.tbo.com/mgmedia/image/0/0/66019/hemingway-house-key-west-xml_named-literary-landma/)
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(http://www.worldofstock.com/slides/TAU2083.jpg)