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The deer lease has about 20-odd cats running around. The boss cat is named Roadie and he's the only one of the bunch that friendly. Not a mouse to be found anywhere in deer camp There's a gorgeous calico I'd like to adopt, but she's as wild as she can be.

Look nything like this fat cat?

We have four cats. Their all it's. Two males I fixed at the ranch, and two my wife had done at the vets, when she got them.
I told her that was okay as I could not do the female but she could of saved me ten dollars and I could of done the tom... Oh well life in the West...

Came very near going to jail when I was younger because of a cat, or at least I thought I was going to jail.

I grew up on a farm in smalltown USA and one summer the town was overrun by cats. Not wanting to harm them, but knowing the situation was getting out of hand, some of us farm boys came up with the idea of cutting the toms and thus stopping the problem.

We would sit around the station on a Fri. or Sat. night and when a cat came by, we would call it over. Females got to walk, toms were no so lucky! The first time we tried out our new plan, it didnt go so well. In fact, it looked like 4 or 5 of us had been fighting a wildcat, which we had, and the cat won. Through trial and error, we discovered that if we would stuff the head and all 4 feet in a boot we could make it work. It took 3 people to perform this delicate operation, but after the third or fourth one, we were experts.

This went on for 2-3 months and there was never a problem until we performed this delicate operation on the wrong cat. It seems that the prize tom of one of the local ladies had gotten out and came by the station one weekend night. Well if it was friendly enough for us to catch it, you know what happened. When the lady that owned the cat discovered her cat was no longer a tom, she called the law.

In smalltown USA, the law is usually kin to most of the town and the ones they are not kin to, they know. It didnt take long for the local marshall to put 2 and 2 together and while drinking beer at the station that weekend, we got a visitor. Now the marshall was a friend to all of us and kin to most of us and knew what was going on and who was doing it. In fact, most of the town supported the efforts and methods being used by us. But, we were told that this lady was raising hell and there was going to be a hearing and we had to attend. All of a sudden, this whole idea of helping the community had turned sour, and myself and a few others were caught in the middle of it.

We showed up at city hall a few days later and it seemed the whole town came to see the show. Of course the lady that owned the prize cat was there, with the evidence, at least the walking part, and she was some kind of mad. I wont try to tell how the hearing went, but needless to say, it was hilarious. After 15-20 minutes of several boys being cross-examined by the mayor, a decision was made. The decision was that since we were on private property not owned by the cat owner, and the cat was on this private property, and the cat didnt have a collar or was marked showing ownership, we were within our rights to believe this cat was a stray, and since the town did have a law against strays (stray law never has been or ever will be enforced) we didnt break any law.

Thus ended one of the most famous trials ever held in smalltown USA.

True Story