Tonight I went out to feed my old farm cats and make sure they were still okay. Bein a softie I'd already bought them a heated dog (well, okay, cat) house, so's they wouldn't outright freeze up on me. Upon hearing my approach, they came a-boundin' across the prairie, like a thunderin herd of buffalo, all two of them. I reached down to get their bowls to fill with food and water and, Lo! Behold! I hear a growlin from the depths of yon heated cat house. Lordy! My 3-million candlepower Orscheln special spotlight revealed a fat old coon comfortably nestled therein, quite at home, thank you. So, I shot it. Twice. Both exposures came out nice. Big bright eyes, furry, fuzzy coat. Surprised "Who, me?" expression. Then I tilted the cat house up and suggested he go find somewhere else to bivouac. The ole coon looked at me like "Man, you are a pain in the b*tt". as he waddled off. Kinda felt sorry for the old guy. The cats were all about eatin and "Thanks, dude. That guy is a real freeloader. We were all like whatever." Life on the frontier.
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