PN> JS> Robert Heinlein, affirmed cat lover and grandious cat name giver, if
PN> JS> my  memory serves right, once indicated of having no compunction of
PN> JS> shooting  feral cats, while at the same time would protect his own 
cats
PN> JS> to the nth  degree.  He would of course begin protecting them by not
PN> JS> letting them out  where they could get into trouble in the first 
place.
PN> (I'm working without a net here)
PN> "Grumbles from Beyond the Grave," the first book published by Baen
PN> after the master's  death, described his being unhappy at the
PN> necessity of having to kill a feral cat that was harrasing his own.
PN> This was at the time of his building his own house in Colorado.
I knew I read it somewhere, but couldn't find it in any of his novels.
PN> His attitude towards cats comes through pretty well, imo, in "The Door
PN> Into Summer," wherein he describes his cat as refusing to go outside
PN> until it had attempted to find the "correct" door during inclement
PN> weather.
He described cats pretty well anytime he wrote about them.  I 
particularly liked the time he declared any croquet ball which was moved 
by a cat to be a valid shot, treated as an act of God...  :-)
PN> Oh, the on-topic part: in the description of Heinlein shooting the
PN> feral cat he used a handgun, as I recall a .45, and mentioned he was
PN> pleased his accuracy was adequate to the job.  AAMOF it was his ability
Yeah, he really didn't shoot much at all, as I remember.  He remarked one 
time about how he finally went through 50 or 100 rounds for the first 
time in years, again being pleased at his accuracy.  Sounds like a 
pattern developing here...  :-)
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