I have a good friend who's lived her entire life in the suburbs and is a complete and total animal lover, to the point of absurdity. I've seen her slap someone for squishing a bug, and I have seen her "rescue" all manner of things from garter snakes to voles - like pick them up and take them to a vet/shelter/rehab facility or drive them an hour out of the city and try to release them "into the wild". She also really loves to visit all her rural friends and do "farm stuff". One time she got 6 ancient roos from a friend that she proceeded to butcher (with instruction from someone who's done it before) and she was so proud of herself for it! I figure her heart's in the right place (like at least she's interested where food comes from and how it's raised). The problem is that since that day she is constantly reminding me she's more than happy to take my girls off my hands and how much she's looking forward to eating them. When I told her they weren't laying (moult) she offered to come over the next day and get them! So, one day I'd had enough of hearing about it and told her I would be happy to take her cat for compost when it died and well, she didn't speak to me for weeks!
Ahhh. The old "dose of her own medicine" remedy. Works every time!