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
