
Fortunately their heads were turned in disgust when I realized that the "thing" he had eaten and subsequently couldn't stomach, had nappy black hair all over it. I looked at it in shock and amazement, my mind racing. Then thinking quickly, I kicked it under a bush. The bobcat looked at me as if I'd lost my mind..you know, that quizzical look they get when you do something that amazes them..like levitate or suddenly grow feathers out your ass. That kind of look. It was as if he was asking, "Now why'd you go and do that? That was a perfectly good chunk of nigger, and I'm sure I can keep it down on the next try!" Well to me it looked about as appetizing as a bag of scabs, but cats will be cats...
The Jeehossofats as I like to call 'em made tracks, retching as they staggered down my driveway, and I was proud of my cat for running them off for me. I kept shouting "AMEN!" after them until they were out of sight. I didn't have the stomach to watch Tom go back to his meal, but over the past couple of months I've been hearing strange, high pitched sounds real late at night that sound for all the world like someone gurgling "Muthafugga!" And I've noticed that the cat hasn't been eating much of his food lately. He just lays around and sleeps all day and goes out at night when he hears rap music playing outside. Hmmmmm... Good kitty..... XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX JOOM