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April 12, 2005
finger-lickin' good
Wisconsin Considers Legalizing Cat Hunting
I don't know what the big deal is. Scandinavian Americans have been shooting and eating cats for generations in Western Wisconsin and Eastern Minnesota. It's a tradition brought over from the old country during times where cheese curds became unavailable. Framing legislation for this way of life would be like putting double-parking near churches in DC on Sunday in the books. It's something that just happens and is allowed.
As a cat-eating Scandinavian-American, I get offended by ALF jokes and racial stereotypes about immigrants from SE Asia being the primary cat-eaters of the world. It's a misleading stereotype as Scandinavian-Americans eat more cat biomass than Koreans, Thais, Laotians, Hmong, Phillipinos and Singaporeans combined.
Back when I was in Stevens Point for undergrad, I didn't have anyone to make deep fried Cheesy Meowmfee Poofs because Ma was back in Holmen ya know. So I had to learn how to fatten up my cat, who I named Ninja when I got him, but by the time I was done I could better name him Sumo. I learned how to fry up some kitty with beer batter, and I filled up a full colander with Cheesy Meowmfee Poofs! When I lived on Swann Street here in DC one of my two cats, Mattie, "mysteriously disappeared," leaving me and the other cat Pooh with lots to eat. But then Pooh went nuts and started biting me. Batter-fried kitty kibbles are second only to batter-fried cheese curds on my list of favorite dishes.
Dunner loves fried Meomfee Poofs too, but claims his mom is better at cookin' 'em up than my mom is. I challenge you and your mom, Dunner, to a cat-kibble frying contest. Bring it. Even Bob reminisces fondly about the various fried cat goods available at almost any corner convenience store in Minneapolis.
And those cats over in Minnesota, or even Iowa, are really wiley beasts. The Wisconsin ones are a lot easier to get because they're fatter. Did you know that Blaze Orange is not visible to feline eyesight?
Posted by jimbo at April 12, 2005 11:15 PM
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Oh, back in Michigan we never bothered with cat poofs. That was just so, so Wisconsin, y'know. Instead at special meals we served deep fried Puppy-on-a-stick. I liked my rare, the best was when they still wanted to play fetch as you were nibbling off their tails.
Posted by: homer at April 13, 2005 12:55 PM
Uh ok. If you get that desperately hungry you just drink the vodka you made with the wheat you were supposed to make flour out of. Apparently Wisconsinites have forgotten their heritage: drinking is the solution to everything. Clearly there wouldn't be this need for legislation if the legislators were drinking their fair share of vodka.
Will they be making mittens with the fur? Because if they are I'd totally buy a pair.
Wouldn't the cats keep the rodent population down? Columbia Heights has hundreds of strays running around (ok not feral but still) and has less rats around.
Posted by: copperred at April 13, 2005 2:02 PM
with or without catsup?
Posted by: timothy at April 13, 2005 9:35 PM
FYI, I saw fried cheese curds at the A&W at Potomac Mills a couple of weeks ago - really. Thought you'd want to know. Didn't see any cat though.
Posted by: Erik at April 14, 2005 10:33 PM
Jimbo, you gotta remember, I grew up on French Island, as did my momma. So, being a good Island girl, she knew how to fry up raccoons, not kitties. All the airplanes scared the kitties back over the river to La Crosse.
But batter-fried cheese curds from Rocky's in Stoddard...[insert Homer Simpson DROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL]...
Posted by: Dunner at April 19, 2005 7:00 PM