Larry Gude
Strung Out
So, I climb on the scoot to run to the bank and go to put on my helmet, which, because I have a car port, I often leave hanging off the handlebars and...
There's feathers ALL OVER the place! In my helmet! On my bike! Blood! Guts! CAT PAW MARKS on my tank! MY TANK!!!!! And, the piece de resistance, a pigeon sausage goo blob the little bastard yacked up under the tires.
Now, normally, I'd just laugh this off but, I'm sorry. This is just too much!
It wasn't Moosie. The perp is a dead cat.
There's feathers ALL OVER the place! In my helmet! On my bike! Blood! Guts! CAT PAW MARKS on my tank! MY TANK!!!!! And, the piece de resistance, a pigeon sausage goo blob the little bastard yacked up under the tires.
Now, normally, I'd just laugh this off but, I'm sorry. This is just too much!
It wasn't Moosie. The perp is a dead cat.