I know which ones I'd rather keep!

When I moved in with my ex-boyfriend, the taxidermist, he was concerned that my cats, Buster and Pandora, would scratch and shred his taxidermied animal trophies. He tried to convince me to have my cats declawed. I told him that I could never do this to my cats, that it was just too cruel. My ex said, "Well, you had Buster's balls cut off, if I had to choose between my balls and my nails, I know which ones I'd rather keep!" By the way my cats never did scratch his animals. Buster used to sit on the moose head between the antlers, but that's about as much attention they paid to the stuffed animals. They probably felt it was best to keep a low profile in that house. They could have gotten stuffed. They knew if it happened to bigger and smarter animals than they were, it could happen to any one. The neighbor kids called my ex's house, "The Dead Zoo."