Tramps
Tramps, burn-outs and the homeless insane all go to making life that little bit more interesting.
Gather around the burning oil-drum and tell us your hobo-tales.
suggested by kaol
( , Thu 2 Jul 2009, 15:47)
Tramps, burn-outs and the homeless insane all go to making life that little bit more interesting.
Gather around the burning oil-drum and tell us your hobo-tales.
suggested by kaol
( , Thu 2 Jul 2009, 15:47)
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13 Kittens
I grew up on a farm, about 5 miles out from the nearest town. We always had a couple half-feral cats around, keeping the mouse population down in the barn. One year, however, we had a kitty population explosion. Someone dropped off a couple ripe female cats, and our old tom got up to his tricks -- before you could turn around we had 13 kittens mewling around the barn.
This was too much for us, so my mother put an index card advert in town: Free Kittens. We didn't expect much result from this, and were frankly considering the .22 caliber solution, when one day a neighbors flatbed truck pulls up in front, and a crowd of hippies piles off and comes up our driveway.
They'd moved into one of the long-abandoned houses on the outskirts of town, and had a rodent problem. They'd seen our card, and hitched a ride to get some natural mousetraps. Soon enough they took all 13 kittens, plus both mommas! My dad was so pleased he fired up our own truck, piled the hippies into the back, and drove them into town. Nice folks, really.
( , Wed 8 Jul 2009, 22:00, Reply)
I grew up on a farm, about 5 miles out from the nearest town. We always had a couple half-feral cats around, keeping the mouse population down in the barn. One year, however, we had a kitty population explosion. Someone dropped off a couple ripe female cats, and our old tom got up to his tricks -- before you could turn around we had 13 kittens mewling around the barn.
This was too much for us, so my mother put an index card advert in town: Free Kittens. We didn't expect much result from this, and were frankly considering the .22 caliber solution, when one day a neighbors flatbed truck pulls up in front, and a crowd of hippies piles off and comes up our driveway.
They'd moved into one of the long-abandoned houses on the outskirts of town, and had a rodent problem. They'd seen our card, and hitched a ride to get some natural mousetraps. Soon enough they took all 13 kittens, plus both mommas! My dad was so pleased he fired up our own truck, piled the hippies into the back, and drove them into town. Nice folks, really.
( , Wed 8 Jul 2009, 22:00, Reply)
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