On a farm, the feline population, just like the cows, fluctuates constantly and dramatically. From having nearly…let’s say thirty, to maybe only four left after a few months. No, No, it’s not because the ranchers are raising and eating the cats—everything else is. Cats are important to farms, they keep the rodent, and rabbit population down, but cats are also a tasty meal for coyotes, owls, and even rattlesnakes. They also get chopped up in machinery when they’re not careful about their surroundings out in the field—like I explained earlier, in the “organic hay bale.” But not to worry. Give it a few months, and you’re swimming in cats again. How is this possible? Well, they breed almost as fast as rabbits, and abandoned litters of kittens are constantly left on the rancher’s doorstep. Really, if you think about it, as a natural born hunter, living on a farm would be a dream-come-true for a cat. They have the freedom to roam where they want, with acres of hunting ground and plenty of prey to eat. The only price—the other eight lives of the nine they supposedly have. Cats never live longer than a year or two. Now every once and while, you’ll get one that survives to the ripe old age of five or more. But honestly, by that time, they’re so wild and nasty to look at I don’t blame the coyote for refusing to eat it—I don’t even want to pet it.
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