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Fajitas Del Gato are very popular here....and was this post placed here on accident given the one which came just before?
As an undergraduate in a distant university at an unknown town and with a surplus of time on my hands, I spent many many hours haunting the library stacks until my social life got back into order.
The Science/Tech library was my preferred haunt, and being a budding Foodie, the Food Science/commercial cookery shelves were enthralling.
One amazing treasure was a tome from the late teen's/early 1920's on professional charcuterie, where you as a novice chef were instructed via a series of black & white photo plates, how to differentiate between bona fide jointed rabbits & hares, and the telltale signs of commercially cut-up cats.
Apparently, in the absence of paws and tail, it's all in the angle of the rear leg bone.
FWIW, (and coming from a cat owner) an alley-trapped stray would seem to provide a gamy, tough meal. A sedentary tabby fed on cream and calves liver? Tender as sweetbreads!!
There are places where rats are known as "wharf bunnies"; cats would be a step up.
I have knowingly eaten a large variety of God's creatures, feline and equine, porcine and canine. If it bleeds, and isn't a possum or a dillo, I'll at least give it a try.
Snakes and snails and... well, no puppy dog tails, but a lot of wierd stuff, anyway. I'm less concerned about the species than the preparation.
Don't like it. Too furry. Besides, MOT's aren't known for eating that.
Fondly do I remember that Harry Chapin parody:
There's a cat in the kettle at the Peking Moon
The place that I eat every day at noon.
They can feed you cat and you'll never know
Once they wrap it up in dough, boy.
They fry it real crisp in dough.
.... with the right sauce, meat is just plain meat..... I've et dog before and it was ok....kinda tasted a bit like kangaroo.....
dawg on a stick...bought it from a vender on a sidewalk in Manila..didn't know it was dawg at the time but I had enough San Miguel in me that it wouldn't have any difference.
I did draw the line at eatin' monkey..after I saw one dressed out and hanging on a tree limb..
There's a brand of wine here known as Gato Negro (with white wines known as Gato Blanco), but that's as far as I go.
Having dined in China during the early 80's, I learned to never ask what I was eating. As long as it tasted fine and I could chew it, I ate it.
This sounds a lot like an early episode of Hill Street Blues.
It was a new Indian (dots not feathers) restaurant in the precinct.
Neighborhood cats were disappearing, policemen were getting discounts on lunches and what do you know, caged cats in the kitchen. No wonder I could never identify the pieces of Tandoori Chicken.
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