Cat stories, ah yes..

My cat Barney was endlessly inventive. He and Jennie liked raw liver, and on occasion I'd buy a small amount and treat them. When Barney had his fill, I saw him walking into the living room on three legs, a piece of raw liver hooked on the claw of a front leg he was holding up in front of him. He walked over to one of my boats that was on the floor by the couch, looked me dea in the eye, and dropped the raw liver in my boot. And then took off like Hell.

From that point on, I always checked my boots before slipping my foot into them... like cowboys checking for scorpions. I was checking for raw liver.

Jerry