Asians eat them. Supposedly they taste like chicken.

True story. About 2 years ago I went to a clients office downtown and they were on the 10th floor. So I get on the elevator and 3 guys get on with me, one black and the other two were white. All wore suits. I hit 10 and they hit 9. The black guy starts telling the other two about how this Asian family moved in next door to him. His words:
"When they moved in their kids were skinny. Looked liked they hadn't eaten for a while. Now we had all kinds of cats in the neighborhood. 100's of them! Black ones. white ones, gray ones, multicolored ones, all kinds. Had hundreds of them. I'd called the city complaining but they never did anything. They'd get in the trash, under the house, on the porch, on the car, pissed me off. Then these asians moved in next door, and the cats started disappearing. After about three weeks, all the cats were gone. Then I saw the kids and man they looked really well fed!!!!"
Was all I could do to keep from laughing. The other two were cracking up.
Then they got off on the 9th floor, so I didn't get to hear the rest of the story.
Unfortunately people will when hungry, except for Hindu's, Muslims and Jews eat what is available.
My story and why one fears what comes out of mouth of a child.
I took my 5 year old grand child food shopping, stopped on way home from the chain store into a small Asian market. Only place in the area that stocked raw peanuts at that time.
I was known to the worker behind the desk. This male worker could hardly speak English and it was a PITA for me to communicate with him.
As I was checking out my grand daughter came to the desk and opened her mouth. She asked the checker if he had eaten Fat Head. This male looked down at this small little girl and asked what she was talking about. " My daddy said you people ate my cat, Fat Head ".
Oh Boy, all pretense slipped and in perfect English this male explained that there was no reason to eat cats in this country. Quite a shock for me, for over a year this man had been playing me as a fool. Every frigging week I had stopped in to his store for supplies as we were on a weight loss kick, it worked, and my coworkers gave me recipes for some ingredient I could not find in the supermarkets.
Never had another problem with him after that, a good man that just had a warped sense of humor.