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Show Forum ... 4 On Poisoning Cats Please do not put out poison for rats and mice! Can't you use traps ? My beautiful gray and white mother cat and five four month's old kittens are dead, victims of poison. I am disgusted with the person or persons in my neighborhood who put out poison just two days before be-fore my cats would have been with me in Duchesne. Everyone knew that I had these beautiful, healthy and well-fed cats, each a different color, and they knew that I was taking them to Duchesne in a few days. Why didn't they wait to put out poison until the cats were gone! People think that because they put the poison underneath something, some-thing, where a cat can't get at it, it is safe to use. This is not true. They use slow acting poison which makes the mouse groggy. The cat catches it, takes it to her kittens, they all eat of it, since the poison in the mouse is tasteless, and all die. Three of my kittens died of poi- WWW- -"W WWW WVWWWW.. son three years ago. The mother cat survived. A vet can do nothing for a cat that has eaten a poisoned mouse. . If a person could see a little . kitten die of poison as I did while I held my little "Peewee" for two hours, in the agony of a poison death, I feel sure that he would never put out poison for rats and mice again. I know of a child who nearly died from eating crackers spread with poison paste and placed in a yard. The use of poison is not safe! All six of my pets are gone among them my sweet, beautiful little "Flash" a yellow cat, and I have wanted a yellow cat for so long! Thursday morning was as soon as I could get someone to bring them out to Duchesne. Monday morning, when I left them, they were all well and frisky. Thursday night, they were all dead, and I am broken hearted! You, who brought this sorrow upon me, Pleas stop putting out poison! Lucy Woolley Brown The Springville Pioneers By Mrs. Myrtle Conover (contributed to the Springville Herald as a tribute to Springville on the city's 86th birthday, 20 years ago) The leaves on the stately popular trees were turning into gold The days were warm but evening brought a chill of bitter cold, Behold! a cloud of dust appears along the Wasatch's base, So high it rolls it almost hides that majestic mountain's face. An autumn breeze removes the veil, a caravan appears, Men and women, children, babes, faces dust besmeared, They hault beside a virgin spring bubbling through the sods They drink a thirst dispelling drought, 'tis nectar from the Gods. They gather now beneath the trees and high their voices swell. Old Wasatch catches the refrain and echoes, "All is Well." All hail that noble little band of hardy pioneers Who braved the wilds and rugged roads mid poverty and tears. Defied the cruel red man's threat and choose no more to roam, Unyoked their oxen teams and named Springville, "Home Sweet Home." God bless our precious heritage, our everlasting springs Our beautiful Wasatch mountain range from whence the echos ring, Let our voices rise together as in harmony we tell All the world our lovely Spring- vill still is prospering "All is Well." |