Tyche
Copyright© 2020 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 105
<Do too.> He pawed his license tag ... well ... He used one claw ... I’m supposed to say he ‘fingered it?’
“That’s your license for continued existence ... not to drive.”
<Continued exist ... you mean?>
“Animal Control might decide you’re too big to mess with.” I pointed at him with my hand gun ... not handgun. Index finger and thumb cocked ... pretend recoil. Raul was shocked.
<Really?>
“Uh huh.”
<Too big to mess with ... like a Wild animal?>
I nodded.
<SHOOT ME?>
He moved to the passenger seat and put a paw on the electric window switch. Pretty soon we were on the 969 headed for Ice Cream. Raul had his head stuck out the window ... just like a...
<Don’t say it.>
... Dog.
And we drove past an Animal Control pickup. There were two more Control trucks parked on the side of the road with their lights flashing.
The Officers were in the process of wrangling a captured coyote into a cage. The officers had the animal stopped using Ketch-All Catch Poles.
“Wanna ask?”
I didn’t give him a chance. I pulled in front of the white 350 Ford dually with the cages on the back ... and stopped.
I dismounted ... Raul dismounted...
We were noticed.
“What is that?” asked the fella wearing Sergeant stripes.
“Cat ... name’s Raul.” I do have to admit ... even for a Savannah ... Raul is a big one
“Raul ... big cat ... You got a license for that cat?”
“Yessir.”
“Well ... just wait until we get this rabid coyote locked up. I’ll need to see its documentation too.”
“Documentation?”
<How many generations in captivity ... both tom and queen ... dad and mom.>
“I don’t have that.”
“Don’t have what?” said the officer.
<I do>
“Don’t. Have. What.” said the officer
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