This idea of feeding Christians to lions is bringing out the secular fundie in a lot of people I see. While there are certainly a few characters I would like to see turned into catfood, not all of them deserve that, so here's my plan:
Damn! Poor cats, having to deal with those ... people. ::disgusted::
We try the Christians in a court, and the harmfullness of their fundamentalism determines the size of cat they face. Fred Phelps gets to break up a homosexual pairing of lions, and Pat Robertson can try to outrun a cheetah.
Personally, I'd like to see Phelps forced to live in --and integrate with -- an all-gay men's colony-commune-thing. Maybe he'd finally come out of the closet, you know?
For the slightly less destructive, but still unpleasant fundies like Bro Randy- half an hour in a small room with a pissed off ocelot. Naked.
Meh. Pissed off badgers. Five. Or more?
And as for the remaining Christians who've harmed nobody and set a good example, they'll get put in a room with a dozen kittens and told to have fun.
Better make it two dozen, they'll have a lot of non-Christian company. There are quite a few goddesses who are very fond of cats -- their devotees will probably want to join in the fluffy kitteny fun! I know I'd be there! ^_^