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Originally Posted by SoCalCoug
This reminds me of my favorite Fred Whittingham story (Fred Sr.).
The Whittinghams lived across the street from us when I was 4 or 5. One day, my dad was out in the yard, and Fred came out of his house with a .22 rifle, looking around. He asked my dad if he'd seen our neighbor's cat (apparently, it was bothering him in some manner). My dad said he hadn't, and Fred went on his way.
Some time later (whether a few days or weeks), my dad was outside again, when our neighbor screamed. My dad and Fred (who had also been outside) came over to see the neighbor's cat lying dead in her ivy. My dad says (not out loud) it had obviously been shot. All Fred said was, "Hmm. Looks like a car hit it."
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You keep posting stories like this, and you're going to make widdle mike waders start to cwy.