The Running Of The Cats

Pamplona, Spains has the Running of the Bulls and evidently Flat Rock has the running of the cats. When I pulled into my driveway after church this morning three or four cats darted across the driveway in front of my car. There was an orange tabby, a gray and white, a solid gray, and the obligatory black cat. There always seems to be a black cat crossing in front of me. He might as well be carrying a wagon full of mirrors for me to break. I believe the cats are planning an organized attack on Molly because they are tired of her chasing them off. I live on a mouse and mole habitat that is a very fertile hunting ground. The cats cannot do their thing if Molly is chasing them around. Getting mugged by the neighborhood gang of cats is not my idea of a good time.