tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32537618.post2700251370276202715..comments2023-08-26T03:10:26.242-07:00Comments on Geezer Chronicles: Reflections on the CataAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02781609606261382365noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32537618.post-27079112959547793022008-12-22T08:52:00.000-08:002008-12-22T08:52:00.000-08:00Like you, I neither hate nor love cats. A cat woul...Like you, I neither hate nor love cats. A cat wouldn't last 10 seconds here around our pack. I'd be scooping its digested remains off the kennel floor.<BR/><BR/>I used to run the tractor that picked up the piles of leaves stacked on the street near the curb. It had a side-ways bucket that looked and operated like a large pincer.<BR/><BR/>There was a cat just sitting in the street preening itself. It seemed to not be concerned about the noise my tractor made as I barreled toward it.<BR/><BR/>I couldn’t believe I got as close as I did.<BR/><BR/>I shoved the down lever to the 'float' position and the bucket hit the asphalt in free-fall. It a let out a deafening BANG!! And I've never seen a cat run so fast. It left a trail behind it, too. I LITTERALLY scared the $**T out it.charleydhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14568536454377690745noreply@blogger.com