Last spring we had some folk move in down the street. Not quite sure where they came from but they do some mighty strange things now and again. They brought with them a very large yellow tom cat. This cat wore out his welcome in the neighborhood in short order. He spent some of the time on the back of their couch looking out the picture window. Most of his time was spent poo pooing in all the neighborhood sandboxes and spraying every back door he could find.
Early this morning at 1:23 AM I was awakened to a gunshot and the whump sound that often means something caught a bullet. I pulled on my britches and head out the front door but the front porch was as far as I was going minus shoes. Several other neighbors also came out to see what the ruckus was all about but they stayed on the porch as well and in the end we all just went back to bed. This morning mother dearest no more than backed out the drive heading to work when the phone rang. It was mother on her cell. You need to come look at whats on the side of the road in front of ******'s house. Sure enough there lay that beeg ole yeller cat and he didn't even have enough head left to hold his collar on. Way layed right there smack dab in the middle of town with a big iron.
I can't say I'm sorry that cat is dead but all eyes are on me and for once I DIDN'T DO IT! Dang the luck!