patches, but I couldnt believe how many rabbits were over there!
Bullet was named exactly right, because he was fast. He was like
a cheetah chasing antelope running through the woods. Maimey was
a bigger dog than Bullet and wasnt quite as swift. Together,
though, they were the dynamic duo and the greatest cat-killing
team I have ever seen.
Bullet was adept at getting in front of a cat and keeping its
attention while Maimey would sneak up from behind and pounce. She
would break its neck before she was ever clawed. Bullet was fast,
but he wasnt as quick as a cat. There were several times he came
home covered with cat scratches.
Our friend Tommy McKenzies grandmother Mrs. Wilson lived next
door to us in Dixie. Purple jasmine grew over the back door of
her house. When it bloomed, it was beautiful and you could smell
the flowers all the way from our house. Mrs. Wilson also had
forty Siamese cats. Now, Im not much of a cat person, but I have
to admit her cats were something to look at. Their coats had
different colors, and she spent a lot of time grooming them.
Hey, when I left to join the army at nineteen, Mrs. Wilson had
only two cats left! Bullet and Maimey killed nearly every one of
them. The lone survivors lived at the top of a big walnut tree in
her backyard. The only time we saw those two cats was when we
looked up the giant tree. The two cats were always sitting at the
looked up the giant tree. The two cats were always sitting at the
tip-top of it. Talk about survivors! Those cats knew that if
their paws ever hit the ground, they be goners.
Out of Mrs. Wilson's forty cats, Maimey and Bullet killed
thirty-eight of them! Mrs. Wilson would walk over and say to
Momma, I dont know whats happening to my cats. They keep
disappearing.
Fortunately for us, Mrs. Wilson was about half deaf. Whenever
anyone asked her about living next door to us, she always said,
Oh, theyre the sweetest boys. They never make any noise. Theyre
the quietest people youd ever want to be around.
Hey, you know what they say: See no evil, hear no evil, speak no
evil!
Once I reached down to pet a little dog and when I did, it was a
five-pound squirrel.
Bullet was named exactly right, because he was fast. He was like
a cheetah chasing antelope running through the woods. Maimey was
a bigger dog than Bullet and wasnt quite as swift. Together,
though, they were the dynamic duo and the greatest cat-killing
team I have ever seen.
Bullet was adept at getting in front of a cat and keeping its
attention while Maimey would sneak up from behind and pounce. She
would break its neck before she was ever clawed. Bullet was fast,
but he wasnt as quick as a cat. There were several times he came
home covered with cat scratches.
Our friend Tommy McKenzies grandmother Mrs. Wilson lived next
door to us in Dixie. Purple jasmine grew over the back door of
her house. When it bloomed, it was beautiful and you could smell
the flowers all the way from our house. Mrs. Wilson also had
forty Siamese cats. Now, Im not much of a cat person, but I have
to admit her cats were something to look at. Their coats had
different colors, and she spent a lot of time grooming them.
Hey, when I left to join the army at nineteen, Mrs. Wilson had
only two cats left! Bullet and Maimey killed nearly every one of
them. The lone survivors lived at the top of a big walnut tree in
her backyard. The only time we saw those two cats was when we
looked up the giant tree. The two cats were always sitting at the
looked up the giant tree. The two cats were always sitting at the
tip-top of it. Talk about survivors! Those cats knew that if
their paws ever hit the ground, they be goners.
Out of Mrs. Wilson's forty cats, Maimey and Bullet killed
thirty-eight of them! Mrs. Wilson would walk over and say to
Momma, I dont know whats happening to my cats. They keep
disappearing.
Fortunately for us, Mrs. Wilson was about half deaf. Whenever
anyone asked her about living next door to us, she always said,
Oh, theyre the sweetest boys. They never make any noise. Theyre
the quietest people youd ever want to be around.
Hey, you know what they say: See no evil, hear no evil, speak no
evil!
Once I reached down to pet a little dog and when I did, it was a
five-pound squirrel.