
“Many was the time a thrown shoe knocked me clean off a wooden fence,” recalled Cat, 79. “Benny, Choo-Choo, we’d all get nailed now and then. It was usually after dark, and if we were talking loud we didn’t always hear it coming. But we ducked our share, too. We’re cats, we do have reflexes.”
Which was one of the things that impressed him and his gang most about the President’s reactions in Baghdad. Cat, whose close friends call him “T.C.”, said “that guy dodged those brogans like a pro. He was cool about it, see. We all agreed we'd hang out with him in an alley any time.”
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Nice twist on the story, especially after the note on the press secretary! Droll...
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