Australia's new favorite food:: Wild Cat Stew

by asterix | September 2, 2007 at 02:06 am | 904 views | 4 comments

Australians have come up with a novel solution to the millions of feral cats roaming the outback - eat them.

The felines are the descendants of domestic pets and kill millions of small native animals each year.

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CARLOS62

at 05:33 on September 2nd, 2007

good stuff:

This story should tell us just how SICK mankind has become.

jordan

at 09:56 on September 2nd, 2007

good stuff:

What I like about this story is that it forces us to confront our feelings about animals. Why is it OK to eat a cow but not OK to eat a cat? In much of India, for example, people would be just as unhappy with eating a cow as we would be with eating a dog.
In South Korea, dogmeat is available readily; it's sort of at the same level as those street-vendor hot dogs. Meanwhile, in Cambodia, the public has been unwilling to embrace the eating of dogs.
The point is, if we're willing to eat meat, i.e. kill (or allow to be killed) another animal for food, does it matter what kind of animal it is?

SthPacific

at 10:05 on September 2nd, 2007

Actually Jordan I have seen Aboriginies hunt cat. When they could have hunted something else, but they chose cat. I have aslo seen it eaten in China. I guess they live on birds and insects, so the meat should not be to bad. I personally have not tried it but I dont think I would not if it was there. Dog on the other hand would put me off. they eat all sorts of crap. I have eaten a lot of weird things and in general the You are What you eat principlke applies. If the animal eats good stuff, the meat is clean and lean.

jordan

at 10:19 on September 2nd, 2007

When I was in university, my flatmate ended up catsitting for a friend of a friend... the cat was a miserable little thing who hated people, but had strange allergies and could not go outside! So the cat would sit on the couch and scratch anybody who got too close. I had twisted fantasies about cooking the cat into some sort of curry (a specialty of mine) and serving it to that friend-of-a-friend like some sort of modern-day Titus Andronicus, but I never did so. That would have just been mean, and not quite dealing with the same issue we're discussing at the moment.

Titus Andronicus: Shakespeare in his Tarantino phase.