Used to have a guy in the sqn who hated cats. When we were over the water in a little place called St Angelo (not quite the end of the world but you could see it in the distance) the accomodation was raised off the ground by breeze blocks. This proved to be ideal for the local feral cat population and they multiplied like fecking rabbits. Anyway to cut a long story short, this mate of mine, nicknamed the beast mainly because he was a fat useless basted used to catch the baby cats. One empty metal dustbin, one milk bottle of H.M. finest four star, one cat, one match and stick the lid on damned quick, cos if the little fecker got out before he was toasted he was gonna rip your balls off.