Ok I can already for see hate mail coming my way but here is my story about skinnin' cats.
When I was a child and into my teens I used to go around with my grandfather(the chicken farmer) and we would collect "stray" cats. That meaning that if they weren't in your barn or on your porch they were fair game. We would collect the cats, break their necks, gut and skin them and turn them into banjos. Now back then I didn't think about cats as pets since we didn't actually have pets. Every animal had a job and if it didn't do its job it was "relieved" of its duties. Cats weren't allowed on the farm cause they killed the chicks in the chicken houses. So we used them to make some extra money. Sorry if this offends anyone. I had a very strange childhood.
When I was a child and into my teens I used to go around with my grandfather(the chicken farmer) and we would collect "stray" cats. That meaning that if they weren't in your barn or on your porch they were fair game. We would collect the cats, break their necks, gut and skin them and turn them into banjos. Now back then I didn't think about cats as pets since we didn't actually have pets. Every animal had a job and if it didn't do its job it was "relieved" of its duties. Cats weren't allowed on the farm cause they killed the chicks in the chicken houses. So we used them to make some extra money. Sorry if this offends anyone. I had a very strange childhood.