As many of you know, there is a gang of cats which inhabit our Fair Ranch. The most famous of these is a little grey male affectionately named "Little Prothro." We have not seen him in nearly a fortnight, and have been concerned that he may have been eaten by The Predator, a racoon, a possum, or the Bog (the half beaver/half dog which scares the bejeezus out of T. House Cat).
I am happy to report that I just saw him drag his 8 thick tuna can down Ranch Road (aka the Hershey Highway). He is presently trolling the bar scene between Boxes #3 and #4 for some ass.
God Speed Little Prothro! And Roll Tide!