One of the many stories that have been
played out at the end of my street, this
one has always been held close to my heart.

There was this one time, when we saw
a cute little cat roaming around the end
of the street. We got out a board and a staple
gun, and proceeded to coax the cat into
a relaxed and purring state. It was pretty cute
and all- it had fuzzy fur, puppy eyes, well,
you know the rest.

Anyways, then we stapled his front right
foot to the board.

It was, of course, a little freaked out, but
we coaxed and petted until it settled back down.

...Then we stapled his other feet and beat
him against a tree with much severity (on the cat
side of the board that is).

It eventually settled down and stop hissing, or
moving at all for that matter (except it was
twitching a little bit), and then we javalined
it off into the woods at the end of the street.

Now, after all these years, I'm sure when they
mowed down our woods back there, they found
a cat skeleton stapled to a board at the bottom
of a gully.

The End.