I had relatives that kept rabbits and goats for eating. Funny thing is, when we were kids, we thought they were pets. One evening a whole bunch of us were over there and Tia cooked a large dinner, like normal, shit was delicious. Women could seriously throw down in the kitchen. After we ate, me and the other kids went out back to look for 'George' the goat. He was our favorite goat, but we couldn't find him, so we went inside and asked her, "Tia, where's George?", without so much as a blink she replied, "Ta Loco, we just ate George". I could see one of the moms try to stop her from answering, but it all happened to quick. Within seconds we were all crying, and she looked confused, "What the hell's wrong with them?!" †LOL†