My tale is cautionary, and I do not endorse the actions taken. Do not flame the messenger!

Back in the 50s, my father was farming, and came into the empty farmhouse to find a feral tom had sprayed the entire place. As he walked upstairs, the cat hissed at him, with hackles raised. He was pretty upset and took the natural law into his own hands, and burst the cat with his 12-bore. He qualified his immediate regret by admitting that the stench (not to mention the mess) of the atomised feline was ten times worse than the spray odour.

Skipjack (cat owner) (oxymoron?)