i don't like them when they come into my yard and fight with my cats, and i shoot in their "general direction" (Monty Python reference there) with my elderly Red Ryder bb gun if they are trying to catch a squirrel or bird i'm feeding. this morning, i did the usual, just bounced a bb off of my trailer to put one one the move. no harm, no foul, right? until i realized it WAS Thanksgiving after all, and started feeling guilty. then, i did todays crypto-quote, and it was "wealth among traditional people is measured by having enough to give away". so, i fixed her up a plate with chicken strips, Purina cat chow, bologna diced up, and some other cat food which i can't dredge the name of up at the moment. i lugged it out to the hole under my shed she had ran into, and leaned a board over it to keep the rain off. i am getting old and soft...and kind of like it. Happy Thanksgiving!