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When we were young, my brother and I used to enjoy shooting feral cats with the air rifle just to see them do mid air cartwheels. The air rifle wasn't powerful enough to kill them. It just made them jump really high.
When we grew out of that, we ended up trapping most of them. We sent them all to the rspca except for the massive tom cat. Dad took him swimming. He was huge and savage and no amount of anything could have calmed him.
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