[Soft*Silver]

I grew up watching The Little Rascals when they were first on tv...and they inspired me greatly as a lil girl who lived out on the farm way out in the country. I didnt have other kids to pal around with so they literally were my "neighborhood kids". I have lots of stories to tell about this, lol. One such story is..

one day...I got ahold of my dad's kite string, and cornered the farm cat. He was a big ole black tom cat that was really indifferent to me, unlike the female who always purred around my legs. I think his indifference is why I picked him for this. I got into my mom's trash bag and took out three cans...she always left the lids on but flipped up. (not after this..lol)

I tied the cans onto the cat string..then tied the other end of the string onto the cat's tail...

in my kid's mind I thought he would just run and the cans would clang and then fall off...

instead...when I let him go, he ran screaming across the yard, oh the cans were clanging alrighty, but he ran UP a tree and the string wrapped around the trunk, and he wound himself around and around the closest branch until he was hanging upside down...

now I know how cruel this was....and how tight I had tied that string to his tail...and how long my mother left me unsupervised...

but thankfully my mom heard the cat caterwalling...and came out. She saw what was happening and ran into the kitchen to get a knife..she had to climb the tree (my mother was very short but very round) and cut the cat down while it was hissing and clawing at her....

I was hickory switched that day.....