The Chase Is On

Molly and I caught a cat in the act this morning, In the act of what I don't know but the important thing to Molly is that we caught a cat. As soon as we stepped out the door this morning, an orange and white tabby took off through the front yard. A 50 year old man in a walking boot with a cane and a 14 year old dog chasing a cat is not a pretty sight. Try to picture Elmer Fudd (except I have nice hair) and an old dog with bad hips trying to chase an athletic cat. I am proud of the fact that Molly and I did keep up the chase for a solid 50 feet before we crashed and burned. The cat even stopped about halfway through the field above my house and waited on us. That was when I think Garfield flipped us off and showed us his tail.