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Speaking of finding dead cats in the road brings to mind an escapade my brother and I undertook in our youth sometime in the late fifties . . . we found a dead cat at the side of the road that, other than being quite dead, was in near perfect condition - none of the gore as is usually seen in such a situation. However, rigor mortis was well set-in as it (he/she) was quite stiff. We brushed off the sand and roadside debris, spread open it's legs a bit, cocked it's head at a more natural angle and reset it's tail to a very jaunty position and stood it in the middle of the road. We took cover in some nearby bushes and waited for the fun to begin. For the next hour or so we nearly split our sides trying to contain our laughter as cars came screeching to a halt. Windows were cranked down as people tried every amount of verbal coaxing to get that "kitty" to get out of the road. Horns were blaring and some people resorted to hollering at the poor deaf kitty but with no appreciable result. Most people would finally steer around the obstinate kitty but finally a cop came along, stopped his cruiser and got out and saunterd over to the cat. He, too, tried sweet-talking the kitty out of the road but finally, in desperation, nudged it with the toe of his shoe whereupon it tipped over and lay very still without losing a bit of it's manipulater posture . . . "Some dirty son-of-a-bitch . . ." then he heard us laughing - "Go on kids, you've had your fun, now get the hell outta here!" Proving you can really have fun with dead cats.

Dean

George-this is fun- my now grown daughters let me name their cats when they were in school- so we had a "Pflueger" and an "Evinrude" amongst others. Best story was when my oldest gal-about 8 then- having seen me build a sturdy dog house for Maggie-my English Setter- had her kitten and the litter box in her room, and said "Daddy- could you buid a cat house for Fluffy please?" Ah-yes- Here's a cat joke: Lady has a prized pet Pomeranian- and one morning "Pookie" was not responding- so she panics- calls the Vet- loads the dog into her car and gets there- Vet puts "Pookie" on the exam table-runs the usual proceedures, finds nothing wrong- but poor "Pookie" is comatose- so he said: "Well, Ms. Smith- there is another test I can run, excuse me for a moment please" he leaves, comes back with a cat carrier, sets it down on the exam table, opens up the door and a big tabby cat comes out- looks up at the Vet- and the Vet points to the dog-so the cat walks slowly around "Pookie" 3 times- looks at the Vet and blinks its eyes three times, then goes back to the cage- The Vet tells Mrs. Smith he'll need to keep her doggy overnight- "Oh my, the lady replies- how much will all this cost me?" And the Vet writes down a few figures and says- "Well, so far we are about $350 with your dog, M'am" "$350? Wow, last time I brought "Pookie" in for an exam you charged me $100!" "That's true, $100 for the regular exam and $250 for the CAT SCAN is $350!""

Dean,
That is funnnnnny!!!!! I remember pulling pranks like that as a kid. Trying to stifle laughter, your whole body in tremors, tears running....great memories!!

Remember the Roy Rogers show? And in the beginning Pat Brady is in Nellybelle driving down the road laughing like a nut case? That's me trying to run over every cat and Irish Setter I see on the road. HA-HA-HA-HA !!

Got up one morning and went to the bathroom, as per nornal, to adjust my water level. In the process I was looking at the world thru the window when I noticed my old Lab, Lady, trotting across the creek bottom with something black in her mouth. As I watched, she laid her burden by a tree and began digging furiously; whereupon, once satisfied with her labor, picked up her bundle and carefully buried it within the newly dug hole. Courious as to what she was doing I got dressed; fetched the rake from the barn, and conducted an investigation. Lady had buried a half-eaten cat! And although I never saw her actually chewing on the cat, I must assume that Lady had developed a taste for cat. I confined Lady to her kennel and we both "laid low" for the next few days; but I never received any neighbor complaints, or saw one of those "lost cat" posters we always experienced whenever a neighborhood cat usually went missing.

When I was 7 I found a dead cat in a neighbors yard. I went home and grabbed my Little Red Wagon, picked some flowers of an abandoned lot and made a nice fresh flower arrangement complete with a dead cat. I then rounded up a few cohorts and paraded around the neighborhood calling, "Cat for sale!"

I have no idea what I was thinking, but one of my prospective buyers is now the County Trustee here in McMinn Co. and brings this story up every time I see him.

I have a cousin in Arkansas - Jacky Wayne. On his wedding day his bride's cat died. I will leave it to your imagination how Jacky Wayne describes the event.

Best,

Mike

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OK, Jimmy I give. What does "D O eleven. D O ele-e-e-e-ven" mean.

Best,

Mike