I love the cat story Rogue, when I was growing up those friggin things used to jump out of the darkness when I was out in the barn and nearly send me through the roof...it got even worse when I got older and used it as a quiet place to toke up and drink behind my parents back.
Just picture it 15 years old, high as a kite and peering out the cracks in the wall towards the house when I hear a rustling behind me I turn around thinking my Dad or somebody is coming in from the other direction. I pitch the roach, duck down behind the wall and a black, ornery looking cat jumps off the shelf behind me, hisses and runs out the door. Those things sneaking up on me probably shaved a good 30 years off my life.
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“My god I must have missed it...its hell down here!”
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