Admittedly . . .
I do love my cat.
Buster (after Keaton, of course) has been with me since 1986. He had a brother (Buster Crabbe) who we lost to cancer some years back.
Now, any ass-hole who finds himself idiot enough to decide he has the right to take my cat and kill him will find I have decided for my right to pin him to a tree with a few K-Mart blue-light-special arrows -- and heaven help him if my machete just happens to be close at hand.
I will take pieces,
Dan