Sunday, January 04, 2009


I went out to get some beer earlier and while I was opening the gate I saw three cats coming out from the neighbors house.
Actually it was a cat and two catlets, mostly white and about 20 yards from where I was standing.
What was I to do?
Go back to the house for the .22, or dig through the back seat of the cab for the .38?
Since I haven't been able to stop at the range after work for various reasons- weather, time, etc... my last target had a pattern about as big as a dinner plate.
As much as I hate feral cats, I decided to not not shoot at something I wasn't sure of killing.

So I got in the truck and went on a beer run.

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