I had a friend from SC who was very successful in real estate and development of it. He was cut from the same cloth, James. He, Billy, was attending a supper party at some friends' home one evening and the menfolk were standing outside on the porch having beverages. The lady of the house had a cat who kept rubbing against my friend's leg. He shooed the cat away several times, but to no avail. Next time the cat attempted a "rub" he reached down and grabbed it, wrung it's neck, and duly tossed it into the shrubbery.
A man after my own heart.
SRH
