re: #715 Cato the Elder

When I was young and stupider than I am today, I had a friend who got drunk one night and started pissing around with his revolver.

I wasn’t drunk, but years ago started my car in the morning and heard a funny noise. I got out and saw a kitten that had decided to sleep in the car engine somewhere. The fan belt had torn one leg off and I had to find the tire wrench and kill it, and that memory is still with me. It wasn’t as easy to do as one might imagine either.

Thanks for nothing for bringing that memory back./