I love shite on the Isle of Wight.
I'm going.
Visitors to the Isle of Wight will this spring and summer be able to enjoy faecal enlightenment at the National Poo Museum, featuring 20 kinds of animal arse output. The Museum is actually an exhibition at The Isle of Wight Zoo by members of local artists' collective Eccleston George. Dave Badman, Nigel George and Daniel …
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The answer to your question is because they are lazy bastard dog walkers who can't be arsed carrying it to a bin, a bit like the clowns who leave them on the path near my house which is also a primary/junior school path.
Oh you put it in a bag? Well done, here's a one handed round of applause for your super effort, next time try finishing the job.
I shit you not.
If you litter train a cat it will still "piss and shit" all over the neighborhood if allowed outside. Pretty sure there's no way around that fact, at least I've never heard of a cat that will avoid doing its business outside and want to come inside to use the litter box. Cats do tend to be more discreet about where they poo, and attempt to bury it. Unfortunately a great place to bury it is in a child's sandbox, so if you have one for your child it is best to get one that has a cover!
Not sure why you are worried about where cats piss though. Dogs piss all over the place and no one is cleaning that up.
Stupid fucker used a gun. That means he only got to kill one cat. The dudes using bows and arrows manage to kill several because they don't scare every cat for miles around into lying low for a few hours. The greenie-weenies are bitching about the use of bows and arrows to kill poor pussy cats, but that's because they secretly hate our native birds.
Cats have come up with a myxo for our wildlife: Toxoplasmosis.
...toxoplasmosis, a disease caused by the parasite Toxoplasma gondii. The parasite is spread by cats but it can infect any bird or mammal. Around one-third of humans worldwide are infected with the parasite. But the deadly effects on our wildlife are often overlooked.
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The disease has a range of debilitating symptoms, including anorexia, lethargy, reduced coordination, apparent blindness, enlarged lymph nodes, disorientation, breathing difficulties, jaundice, fever, abortion, and death.
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Toxoplasmosis is a confirmed killer of other Australian wildlife, including Tammar wallabies, koalas, wombats, and several small dasyurids.
In Tasmania, toxoplasmosis kills Bennett’s wallabies and pademelons, with infected animals found dead or stumbling around blindly during the day, vulnerable to predators or cars as they stumble onto busy roads.
Current Tasmanian law protects many feral cats:
In Tasmania, the Cat Management Act 2009 allows primary producers, and people working on their behalf, to trap, seize or humanely destroy any cat found on rural land where livestock are grazed. On other private land that is more than 1 km from a place of residence, a person can trap, seize or humanely destroy a cat. [Emphasis mine]
The Northern Tasmanian wedgetail eagle population is threatened with extinction by windmills. There are only 200 breeding pairs (max.) in the whole state. Forty percent of their diet is feral cat according to Nick Mooney.
Further pressure on our wildlife, specifically small birds, comes from kookaburras. They are not native to Tasmania, but are protected by national legislation as a "native" species. When kookaburras took up local residence a few years ago, the small bird population fell by ~90%. The Git particularly misses his resident diamond birds (40 spotted pardalotes). Tiny, fearless and friendly, they ate an awful lot of insects (garden pests) and this has been the worst season for whitefly The Git can recall.
The mainland has feral dogs (dingoes) and foxes*. The main native predator, the Tasmanian Devil has declined in numbers somewhat dramatically due to the facial tumour disease, and toxoplasmosis.
Sad days in many ways...
* Tasmania supposedly has a fox problem, but nobody has found any, only fox shit. And apparently mostly from a single animal according to recent DNA analysis. But there's quite a few "fox eradicators" gotten rich ($AU35 million) off "eradicating" them.
Still less lazy and ignorant than the cat "owners"
Who cares about lazy and ignorant?
There's one pet I like to pet, and every evening we get set,
I stroke it every chance I get, it's my girl's pussy.
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Often it goes out at night, returns at break of dawn.
No matter what the weather's like, it's always nice and warm.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WIfcKy-VcXo
The answer to your question is because they are lazy bastard dog walkers who can't be arsed carrying it to a bin, a bit like the clowns who leave them on the path near my house which is also a primary/junior school path.
You HAD to ruin it. I was having visions of dog owners lifting up their dogs so they could poo in the trees..
No, I don't know what I've been smoking either.
The dog poo in trees thing is due to lazy dog owners who, instead of waiting until the next bin, attempt to hide the bags in the nearest hedge. Then when autumn arrives the deciduous hedges drop their leaves and the bags are revealed.
This is then made worse by the ultra-stupid, who having seen said poo bags revealed in autumn, assumed that was the right thing to do and began hanging the little bags on branches.
All you Politicians and Celebs', You appear to have given any dignity you ever had to the Tabloids so why not give the final act and crouch one for posterity. Your agent "Know's it makes sense"
Politicians who have had a relationship with a pig need not apply - they've already far exceeded expectation.
No, you have to get the Hovercrapped there.
Ah yes. And because obscure 1960s Isle of Wight folk songs don't get nearly enough exposure on the Reg:
"What's this rumbling that I hear, what's this roaring in my ear,
What's this racket driving everybody daft?
Well it's not artillery, or the start of World War Three,
It's the Westland SRN Super Noiseless Hovercraft.
Oh the hovercraft is coming, can't you hear that crazy humming,
You can see the fishes scatter fore and aft,
With its mighty engine pushing, floating on its own air cushion,
It's the Westland SRN Super Noiseless Hovercraft.
It's like a mobile goldfish bowl an' when it screams across the Solent,
The duration of your journey will be halved,
If you don't mind being cramped on, your visit to Southampton,
Take the Westland SRN Super Noiseless Hovercraft..."
(C) Lauri Say, 1968
Icon because he looks like a folkie.
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"Human beings define civilization as the distance between them and their excrement.
The aliens define civilization as their proximity to their excrement."
Paraphrased from the book jacket blurb from an early 1970s NEL edition of The Dark Light Years by Brian Aldiss.
My copy has a spiffy Bruce Pennington cover too. Bonus.