I think it's the big river cats that I don't care for. They say that under the dam at Kentucky Lake, there are some that are bigger than a man.
If you have ever cleaned a live catfish, I hope you knew what you were doing. They don't have scales. You have to skin them, and their whiskers will give you a painful sting. They must be nailed through the head to a tree or board, the skin slit around the head, and then pulled off with pliers.
Some neighbors gave me a mess of catfish when I was very young, and told me how to clean them. But I had no hammer, nails, or pliers, so I tried to do it in the kitchen. Those fish flopped out of my hands and all over the floor. It would have made an "I Love Lucy" episode.
I did finally get the job accomplished, but the meat was pretty much in shreds by the time I got it done.
We get by with a little help from our friends