The One He Lost

One day Hank saw this big old tom cat about 3 houses away, sitting on his but licking his front paw. He took off after that cat like a bat out of hell.

The cat saw Hank coming. He never stopped licking his paw, but when Hank got close that cat stood up on all fours, with every hair on his body strait up. His back up in the air, his tail up and let-out this terrible scream.

Old hank slid about four feet before he could stop. The dust was flying.

That old tom cat sat back down and started licking his front paw again and Hank was heading for the hills.

After that they were like the two toughest on the block. They would stair at each other but never tried to fight again.

Old tom got killed by a raccoon. I saw hank over by old tom’s body smelling it.

After that every time Hank sew that raccoon he went after him, their was going to be a fight.

Hank could never get around on that raccoon, they are fast. But that poor raccoon never had a day of rest.