When we first moved down south, my family moved into a house near a farm (the “farmhouse”) which had barn cats. My sister and I embarked on a quest to tame all the cats. While some became very tame and remain with us today, others only came because we fed the tame cats and couldn’t keep the feral ones out. Every morning, we would look out our front door and essentially see this scene (but with cats):
Then, the cats began to breed.
Then those cats began to breed.
And then those cats began to breed.
For those expecting one, there is no moral to this story. I just have a %$&@(-ton of chickens in Minecraft. :)
Correction. A creeper found its way into my chicken pen and went boom. No more chickens. :C