big cat

Called my cousin Jim's house the other day. Got his wife, the mucho beautiful little woman. Jim was out hunting with Kenny. Hunting what I asked, since there ain't any seasons open this time of year up thereabouts that I know of except rabbits and blackbirds.
They were hunting a cat. A big, mean one. It was ranging out of the Hills to the west. Killing livestock and Jim's horse. That's a death sentence for that cat. You can't kill a man's horse and not get hanged or shot. When they find it, they'll kill him. I hope to see the hide next time I'm up that way. Maybe even sleep on it. For good luck.