Even though the boys were about as good to that pussycat as any kids could be, Pumpkin still hated them for some reason. I've seen some mean animals in my day, but Pumpkin pretty much led the pack. If you told him no, he would go over and claw the furniture. If you'd squirt him with water, or swat his hind in with a small newspaper, he'd just run to the other side of the room and claw another piece of furniture. And I won't even get into the issues with him sprayin’.
The battle to domesticate that animal came to a head one day when our two-year-old son was walking across the room. He wasn't doin’ anything but mindin’ his own business, not that two-year-old youngins have much business to mind. I reckon that cat felt like he was big enough to express the disapproval of his name. I watched Pumpkin run across the room, jump up in the air, and drag his claw down my son’s face. That crazy cat drew blood all the way down my boy’s forehead.
Now I know at this point some of you readin’ this are thinking I should have taken that cat to the pound or used him for target practice. I will say that you have a point, and Darla was of the same mind set, but I have to be honest with you, I have a hard time harmin’ anythin’. I really do. I have killed a few creatures like spiders, a snake, mice, deer, and coyotes, but I took no joy in it. I love life, and I love all of God’s creation. Even if some of it don’t love me back.
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