There are cats, and there are cats. Most are cute little things. Tiger, the Wonder cat is cute, but as I have mentioned in past musings, he is more puma than cat. Even I wouldn't want to cross him on a dark street at night. And, at 9 years, he has a pretty good track record of staying alive.
There are wives, and there are wives. I believe I mentioned that a close friend who lives out in the wilds of NJ horse country simply lets his cat out every night. Of course, he is rewarded for this largess by a lineup of half eaten mice on his back porch every morning, but the cat is back, and our friend's wife, character that she is, goes with it.
We live in more civilized territory, but one story from some nut choir member and the stress is on.
You wonder why I drink?
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