When I lived in Oregon I like to do some fishin' in the Silverton area.. Well, I start off early in morning. I packed my truck up the nite before with the all fishing stuff. I even packed my left over fried chicken.. Everything is ready to go.. So I get up and take off. I get to the Falls and lift up my back window to the truck to have this freckin cat run up over my head and down my back with claws fully extented.. DID YOU KNOW, You can have a t-shirt, thormal and flannel top on and those claws can still penatrate, leaving me with a bloody back.. The worst is he pissed and did his nasty in my truck and ate my chicken lunch. I see how the little bugger got in and understand with full belly why he couldn't get out.. I of course was listening to country music, so I didn't have a clue it was back there. That nite I'm checking out my scared back hoping to god and prying for the pain to go away and the asprin to kick in.. I hear this..... Freddy ...here kitty kitty. I heard that woman call that cat for 2 hours that nite. And she started in first thing in the morning.. I put up with that for aweek until one of my neighbors yelled.. Knock it off, your stupid cat isn't coming back..( by the way I found out that there are alot words that can be said when Freddy and the F- word is combined) But I'll just leave you with this, apperently Freddy not only got his purebred pursain cat pregnant, but he also did the nasty all over his yard and got into his house, I guess ol'Freddy had to much fun in the neighborhood..Plus, I didn't have the guts to tell her I took her cat fishing with me.. Besides she was 6'2" and about 300lbs. Nice lady though. Her husband was also wellminded...
