Good place for a story

.... When I was back from Korea, I stayed on the folks Dairy for a few weeks R&R,

I was headed out one morning, my mom says, "Hey check you engine before you start it.

The cats sleep on it cause it's warm...you don't want cat guts & fur burning on your exhaust all day". So I lift the hood & there's this calico sitting sleepily behind the air cleaner. I reached in to get him off the engine (I had petted this cat on the door step the previous morning), this cat turns into the Tasmanian Devil doing a scratching, biting twister...as I run around screaming and slinging my arm(I was wearing John Travolta's baggy sleeves

just so the cat had more to hang onto). My mom yells, "Well why did you try to pick up that wild thing?" I said, "He was purring and letting me pet him yesterday". She says, "No that was the twin right here on the porch".(Exact markings) The nice one was curling around Ma's leg...I finally got shy of that devil cat, had to throw away my prized "Saturday Night Fever"

shirt, & mom bandaged me up. Wasn't funny at the time, but we still giggle about it.
